Stina Nordenstam
Stina Nordenstam
Stina Nordenstam
Stina Nordenstam
Stina Nordenstam
Stina Nordenstam
Stina Nordenstam
Stina Nordenstam
Stina Nordenstam
Stina Nordenstam
Stina Nordenstam
Stina Nordenstam
Viewed from the spire
It looks more like a coincidence to me
Another bomb in the harbour
But you were there
The place was all crowded but
No one crosses the street that way
It was such a lunatic thing to do
Broken glass was all over
I heard the sirens
Her name on the radio
Should have known there was no escape
They haven't found him
They say it wasn't professional this time
Just a bomb in the harbour
A love affair
Her room mate won't listen but I
No one crosses the street that way
She says: No, no. How would I know?
Cause you didn't know her
I heard the sirens
And just suddenly I thought
No one's gonna say it did not take place