(letra de Per Gessle e música de Per Gessle, Andreas Broberger e Hannes Lindgren)
The answer in the open the question in the mindWhen you close your eyelidsI wonder what you’ll findLaughter turns to teardropsBeauty becomes dirtSome notes should not be writtenSome music is just made to hurt
What have we become, a silver cloud of dustYou’re just a stranger on a busI knew I thought I loved, it’s so hard to adjustYou, the stranger on a bus
Nothing has been altered everything has changedThe streets, the mighty buildingsThey all appear the sameI’m feelin’ kinda funnyCan’t seem to find my wayI know so many peopleYou have so many faces, names
What have we become, a silver cloud of dustYou’re just a stranger on a busA love so beautiful, a love that just got bustYou, the stranger on a bus