Stockholm - Hotel Mira

There’s no one around

Who knows me well

And at the protest downtown

The whole thing, peace sells

The way that sex sells

I’m a love song

Playing backwards

I am kidnapped

But I love my captor

All this hardship

What comes after

Four black horses

And nervous laughter

There’s nothing in me that you’ll grow to like

But reach inside me and pull out what’s nice

Have I been dead my whole life?

I’m just a love song

Playing backwards

And I am kidnapped

But I love my captor

All this hardship

What comes after

Four black horses

And nervous laughter

And you say

They’re better off without me

Oh Jesus Christ I’m

Trembling

I’m helpless again

And they say

That planet Earth

Is lonely

But less so when you

Hold me

Get out of your head

I’m a love song

Playing backwards

And I am kidnapped

But I love my captor

All this hardship

Oh, baby, what comes after

Four black horses

And nervous laughter

I’m a love song

Playing backwards

Through blown-out speakers

To heartless bastards