The saddest house In stockholm Remembers former glories Of views without the railway tracks And flats with many storeys Its towers were a splendour But now i just feel pity To see the broken windows And the walls full of graffiti I long to sit alone inside And recreate the past Imagining an antique clock That ran a little fast And suddenly, it's all bare boards And giant walls and ceiling Witnessing this empty shell That once was full of feeling The rain beats on the rooftop But the hearts alreadys topped The fading yellow stockholm paint Around the bend bulldozers wait The gnashing blades of blood And hate Anxious just to satiate Condemning her to her cruel fate Her ugliness to take his shape A shadow cast from his dark cape That dwarfs the curves and crashes Her gate Her doors will split, her stairs innate Dust and rubble in the grate She so young, but it's too late The saddest house in stockholm Settles on her rock Remembers her friend His fingers and hands The ticking, though, has stopped.