I've dreamt of this haunt
The ghosts of 1666
The hazy lecture halls
Lund cathedral in wisps
The bells get carried aloft
By the strong nordic wind
But don't remind me of how oft
I got carried away with them
At uni we went
Insane when we took cocaine
Now I don't think I ever want
To hear "genius of love" again
Ive been searching this town
And all I have found
Are nights of bad sex
With stupid boyfriends I shouldn't have kept
In a stupid flat I never swept