a cold wind's blowing since you said good-bye
it's dark and grey, no more blue skies
swedish winterdays waiting for the next sunrise
i walk the streets and there's rubbish on the ground
among the junk beneath my feet
there are yesterday's love-songs
waiting for a new beat 
love's a drink that's bitter-sweet
it gives you all the thrills that you need in the night
but when the morning comes
party is over and nothing is right
so close - so far
that's what you were and what you are
familiar, strange, nothing left to rearrange
so close - so far
that's what you were and what you are
familiar, strange, nothing left to rearrange
i wake up and i don't know who i am
there's a stranger in my shoes
i'm a letterbox waiting for some good news
i ask every person i see "why?"
but the mirror won't answer
i'm complete like a ballet without a dancer
blinded by the morning light
that's what i was with you by my side
now my eyes can see again
the desert is empty except for one man
so close - so far
that's what you were and what you are
familiar, strange, nothing left to rearrange
so close - so far
that's what you were and what you are
familiar, strange - and nothing left to rearrange