Platinum Blonde

Stuff comes down from the golden triangle on ferries from Denmark to helsingborg

The band strikes up but they're out of time on synthesiser and washboard

wooden tulips grow by the roadside made in a factory in jonjoping

fake glass baubles hang in the station just like the passenger's imitation

then it hits you she was just the dregs all you wanna do now is break her legs

kick that brunette into a pond replace her with a

platinum blonde, platinum blonde, platinum blonde, platinum blonde

There's a secret world that you cannot enter it's in the center of the darkest night

she's waiting there with a set of works a Swedish passport and something white

she walks past but you can't form a whistle even her lips look artificial

you wanna follow her but you can't swallow her act it seems so superficial

now you've shed the old one like a worn out shoe

It was all your fault but you blame her too

you know its phoney but at least it's new and it comes from a bottle like

platinum blonde, platinum blonde, platinum blonde, platinum blonde

And in your heart there's a new addiction another friction that you can't resolve

she seemed alive but she is just a cipher an imaginary postcard that just dissolved

endless sunsets glow in the distance painted by picasso's assistants

Perfect people travel in volvos into the sunsets into the distance

you're just a passenger she's not a ticket a foreign stamp you've got to lick it

put it in the mail box put it in the failbox

you never seem to learn from the school of hard knocks

then she walks past and laughs at the pond

you can't break a heart that doesn't respond, like

platinum blonde, platinum blonde, platinum blonde, platinum blonde