Scandinavian Nights

I just opened my eyes, but I would like to close them again.
The light cuts like a knife. There’s a pounding rhythm in my brain.
I’m at war again, another Monday I have to beat.
But not today. I just need some morning beers.

I swear that our staircase is the longest and the darkest in town.
I stumble to the mailbox. A letter’s falling to the ground.
Where is it from? Oh no! It’s from someone I loved long ago.
A thousand pictures of a world that I used to know.

Places, names and faces,
never ending Scandinavian nights.
Lookin’ for some lovin’ on the ice.
There’ve been faces, names and places,
rooms in hotels for the lowest price.
I felt the fire and desire in her eyes.
Scandinavian nights.

The café on the seaside, the always empty station-house.
The Thai Cook, always freezing, used to drink the grog with us.
I would like to know
if he’s still listenin’ to that old time blues.
And all the ones I used to love, I wonder where they cruise.

Places, names and faces,
never ending Scandinavian nights.
Lookin’ for some lovin’ on the ice.
There’ve been faces, names and places,
rooms in hotels for the lowest price.
I felt the fire and desire in her eyes.
Scandinavian nights.