Catherine De Barra, you've murdered my thinkin'. I gave you my heart, you left the thing stinkin'. I'd shake from your spell if it weren't for my drinkin'. The wind bites more bitter with each
sail maker's daughter. Today he's gonna take her hand Calm waters. Wish them well. His ship's come in. She's put the wind in his sails Catherine is a canvas painter. Paints the sun and sand and sea
Catherine liked high places. High up on the hills. A place for making noises. Noises like the whales Here she built a chapel. With her image on the wall. A place where she could rest and. A
Ack, Sundbyberg, jag blev full. Och gick runt med stilett fцr din skull. Sundbyberg om du minns mig. . Еh, Sundbyberg jag var tolv. Och jag brцt fцr att gцra dig stolt. Sundbyberg fцr du minns
