(B. Andersson / B. Ulvaeus)

 

I hear the door-bell ring
and suddenly the panic takes me
The sound so ominously
tearing through the silence
I cannot move I’m standing

numb and frozen
among the things I love so dearly -
the books, the paintings
and the furniture
Help me!

The signal’s sounding once again
and someone tries the doorknob
None of my friends would be
so stupidly impatient
And they don’t dare to come here
anymore now
but how I loved our secret meetings
We talked and talked
in quiet voices
smiling

Now I hear them moving
muffled noises coming
through the door
I feel I’m crackin’ up
Voices growing louder
irritation building
and I’m close to fainting
crackin’ up
They must know by now
I’m in here trembling
in a terror evergrowing
crackin’ up
My whole world is falling
going crazy
There is no escaping now
I’m crackin’ up

These walls have witnessed
all the anguish of humiliation
And seen the hope of freedom
glow in shining faces
And now they’ve come to take me,
come to break me
and yet it isn’t unexpected -
I have been waiting
for these visitors
Help me!

Now I hear them moving…