Two brothers from the south of Sweden came to stay with me
One of them would have gotten my virginity
He didn't know that back then, did he, didn't know that back then

He went a bit rough on my poetry
Said there's no chance in hell this will ever grow to be anything
He said
I mostly like Dylan myself
I said shocking
Well, he said something I didn't understand
'Cause he was from the south of Sweden, he spoke just like a Dane

You should have seen these brothers' freckles
all over their pale bodies
And when they spoke they made you feel summer just broke through
though it was fall
They made it obvious I was too young, not interesting at all

I always wanted to go to their hometown and knock on their door
And say something intersesting and revolting
that they'd never heard before
To make them change their minds after all this time
Look, there was some cool in me, you know
They probably still won't think so

And I'm in Lund again and nothing's fixed that ever was broken
And I'm in Lund again and I still don't get things right
And I'm in Lund again,
maybe they have grown up, maybe they are here
'Cause there is a glow of spring in the hall tonight
There's a glow of spring in the hall tonight
There's a glow of spring in the hall tonight
There's a glow of spring in the hall tonight