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 c**aine
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 s**
With stupid boyfriends I shouldn't have kept
In a stupid flat I never swept