Stockholm

Stockholm’s got a glass ceiling now
And I can’t get back in
Shake it like a snow globe
Watch the world spin

The frozen streetlights
The fields of snow
All my memories
Now a hazy glow

And I’m tired
Rest my aching bones
I need the sunlight
To save my soul

Beautiful people
But no place like home
A polar bear jacket
Ice cream without a cone

I’m alone again
Locked on the outside
From a friend
An icy city in which I could not mend

A friendly neighbour
Drunken, crooked grin
A winter darker
Than any sin

I gave it all up
As I did you
I want to throw up
Now that we’re through

Because I’m a prisoner
Stuck outside the gaol
My cell is calling
But you paid my bail

So I sit crying
Underneath a bridge
I hear the traffic
Like the hum of a fridge

And I keep crying
When grief fills my lungs
The feeling of dying
I can taste on my tongue

And I’m tempted
Just to let it all fade
I’d dig that big hole
If I could just find a spade

My heart is so heavy
It sank to my toes
One foot in front of the other
The heartiest of woes

God, please, can you save me?
I want my little snow globe
I’m crying outside
And I feel so alone

Tapping on the glass
But nobody is home
I created a snowstorm
In that little snow dome

Now I can’t see clearly
From the tears in my eyes
When I clutch my heart in bed
Nobody hears my cries

And I miss my Stockholm
My snow covered pain
Even when the sun shone
It still felt like rain

And I wish I could take it away
I wish the memories wouldn’t replay
I wish I could live there for a day
Then I think I could finally say

I was home.