Lletres: Stina Nordenstam. Viewed From The Spire.

Viewed from the spire
it looks more like a coincidence to me
Another bomb in the harbour
But you were there
The place was all crowded but...

No one crosses the street that way

It was such a lunatic thing to do
Broken glass all over
I heard the sirens
Her name on the radio

Should have known there was no escape

They haven't found him
They say it wasn't professional this time
Just a bomb in the harbour
A love affair
Her room-mate won't listen but I...

No one crosses the street that way

She says no, no, how would I know?
'Cause you didn't know her
I hear the sirens
And just suddenly I thought

No one's gonna say it did not take place