It’s been 7 weeks since I Saw your face in real life Stroked your hair, smelled your skin, Felt your breath against my chin This is harder than it seems, To try and fulfill your dreams Course all I want right now is you But this is where I have to be
And I will see you When I’m coming back to Sweden And I will see you When the raindrops turn to snow When new years eve comes I will be home San Francisco says hello I thought you oughtta know
Streets and buildings I don’t know People, parks, and avenues I keep trying to fit in But I’m lost without you Couse in this foggy distant place Nothing feels and nothing tastes I can’t wait to get back home To where I know we both belong
And I will see you When I’m coming back to Sweden And I will see you When the raindrops turn to snow When new years eve comes I will be home San Francisco says hello
Nothing seems to ease my pain Fancy meals no dry champagne Hotel rooms with perfect views They don’t stand a chance to you
No no
And I will see you When I’m coming back to Sweden And I will see you When the raindrops turn to snow When new years eve comes I will be home San Francisco says hello
And I will see you When I’m coming back to Sweden And I will see you When the raindrops turn to snow When new years eve comes I will be home