Lisa, I came to think of us before As I walked through our old town Preparing for a storm I bought water and candles like the prepper I've always been Oh, Lisa, Lisa I always waited for the worst While you just smiled and dived in head first There's a sadness in everything I never did And everything that I did do While not really being there Never stepped over the threshold with both shoes Made sure I never got close to anything that I could lose Oh, Lisa, Lisa I couldn't really see How I built a bomb shelter under every dream And how I slowly came to be a dandelion seed Blaming the wind for where it carried me The storm's picking up Been waiting long enough at this bus stop So I turn around, make a beeline past domkyrkan Dripping down Västra hamngatan Down to the harbor To what's left of this old town I sit there and listen to the wind and how it's playing Through the cranes over at Hisingen The wind is like a The wind is like a string section The wind is like a string section The wind is like a string section The wind is like a string section