One night opens wounds and words utter pain The truth cannot breathe a one in your soul You've hid hearts and songs as long as you recall His kind words just fall near your feet With their last air, all they want done is to be heard in your sweet ears

Dumb dumb diddle, to be your fiddle To be so near you and not just hear you I think then maybe you'd see me, baby You'd be mine And you're only smiling When you play your violin Agnetha, Frida, dumb dumb diddle, to be your fiddle And we'd be together all