In '94 I had a steady job at Pååls bakeries
Until I started with Tequila and became the drummer in a new band
And then they said at Pååls that some had to go
And that meant Karl-Johan, Andreas and me
But Karl-Johan had two so it hit him hard
My thoughts were almost always dark at the Långedrag pavilion
Where I almost always sat with the retirees during the boating season
And we watched the young and oblivious, in boats and in each other's arms
And thought 'debt and suffering still await you'
I've been on my knees for so many years in this city
But I swear I heard the Salvation Army sing about leaving everything
Behind, the first time I saw you
And I swear I heard trucks from the E4 thundering past outside
The night we kissed all the sh*t we'd been through here goodbye
Lena wanted away from the cranes and the indie clubs
That was then Lena, now I always want to stay
And my little son smiles at the male wh*res
As we walk past hand in hand, oh Fiskekyrkan
When they wrote about me in the paper you told it like it was
'Never forget me Håkan, the park bench is never far away'
But the good old days, they're never coming back now
But I swear that every drunk on every bench in every corner
Greeted us, the night I found you
And I swear I've never seen the stars more clearly above
The night we kissed all the sh*t we'd been through here goodbye