On a Christmas cake day one Friday in August. In a bookshop in Charing Cross Road. I first set eyes on a girl and at once I did know. She had eyes like a poet and hair like a rainbow.
I was drawn by the sirens of Titan. Carried along by their call. Seeking for a way to enlighten. Searching for the sense of it all. . Like a kiss on the wind I was thrown to the stars.
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.