Staring through the window. Dusk becomes a dawn. 

For hours and hours I go on

Thoughts have escaped me, Walking circles in the night

Quietly I sing forgotten lullabies

Gently getting used to the night 



Learning to live with what I can't leave behind. 

Learning to live with what I've got

So good that I have known you, loved you, held you before we had to go. 



Staring through the window. Dusk becomes a dawn.

Sometimes I feel your whispers in my ears. 

They never knew the love that we shared was true 



Oh, but a man is made of violence. Sadly! Sadly! Violence! Violence! 

Oh but a man is made of suffering (suffering)

Someones misfortune is always to die. Someones misfortune is a lie 



So good that I could hold you. Good that I could love you for a while

Sometimes I feel you here. Walking circles in the night