Car engines have been replaced by planes flying low

An apartment has become our home

And instead of kids coming up to ring our doorbell and run

We get toddlers throwing tantrums on the floor above

Take me back to Sweden

To the sounds of the creaky floorboards I had memorised

And the monotone voice of our alarm

Whisk me away from the sounds of men spitting

And stray cats in heat

Bring me back to Sweden