Nostalgia - Wallander Version

Tram wires cross Melbourne skies
 Cut my red heart in two
 My knuckles bleed down Johnston street
 On a door that shouldn't be in front of me
 Twelve thousand miles away from your smile
 I'm twelve thousand miles away from me
 Standing on the corner of Brunswick
 Got the rain coming down and mascara on my cheek
 Oh whisper me words in the shape of a bay
 Shelter my love from the wind and the rain
 Crow fly be my alibi
 And return this fable on your wing
 Take it far away to where gypsies play
 Beneath metal stars by the bridge
 Oh write me a beacon so I know the way
 Guide my love through night and through day
 Only the sunset knows my blind desire for the fleeting
 Only the moon understands the beauty of love
 When held by a hand like the aura of nostalgia