作曲 : Carlsson
I dreamt of you last night
I couldn't sleep all night
I dreamt of you, a mess
You wore a see-through dress

And in some distant future
archeologists will strive
To find some clues
regarding pre-apocalypse life
And maybe, maybe they will find

That you'll sit down and write
when your death is nearly due
A list of all your lovers
boyfriends, and girlfriends
The kind of list you make
when your days are almost at an end
And there among the boys and girls
the part is in your gain
The distant future
archeologists will find my name