Texty: The Cardigans. Our Space.

the night she died in the rented room
as the whole town was sleeping
she held her breath like a star in bloom
could burn down tomorrow

the summer breeze was caressing me
as i walked through the market
the golden light of a friend beside
had died out for good

no nothing can amaze me
cause everything's behind me
no nothing else can please me
since all i had been said free

the night before in the dining room
i recall it now
she said "i feel for you my friend
cause i'll soon be leaving"

the autumn comes just like other years
but i won't see the signs
the sun above's sowing magic seeds
but it wants someone back