It’s been 7 weeks since I
Saw your face in real life
Stroked your hair, smelled your skin,
Felt your breath against my chin
This is harder than it seems,
To try and fulfill your dreams
Course all I want right now is you
But this is where I have to be

And I will see you
When [bad word] back to Sweden
And I will see you
When the raindrops turn to snow
When new years [bad word] I will be home
San Francisco says hello
I thought you oughtta know

Streets and buildings I don’t know
People, parks, and avenues
I keep trying to fit in
But I’m lost without you
Couse in this foggy distant place
Nothing feels and nothing tastes
I can’t wait to get back home
To where I know we both belong

And I will see you
When [bad word] back to Sweden
And I will see you
When the raindrops turn to snow
When new years [bad word] I will be home
San Francisco says hello

Nothing seems to ease my pain
Fancy meals no dry champagne
Hotel rooms with perfect views
They don’t stand a chance to you

No no

And I will see you
When [bad word] back to Sweden
And I will see you
When the raindrops turn to snow
When new years [bad word] I will be home
San Francisco says hello

And I will see you
When [bad word] back to Sweden
And I will see you
When the raindrops turn to snow
When new years [bad word] I will be home

San Francisco says hello
San Francisco says hello