The Gothenburg streets were like silver sheets 
As I kicked my feet through the snowy world 
And in that land there I held the hand of my Scandinavian Girl 

We stood as part of a bleak facade 
Though the city's heart was still beating 
And for a while there I shared a smile with my Scandinavian Girl 

And I stood there quite surprised 
To see reflected in her eyes 
The very thought I left unsaid as too unwise. 
And so we passed through a world of glass 
And the moment passed and was lost to time 
Time too soon with his broken moon took my Scandinavian Girl