I saw a girl who'd found her consolation

She said "one day my prince of peace will come"

Above her head a portrait of her father

The wilted favour that he gave her still fastened to the frame

"they've got his bones and everything he owns

I've got his name"



Well you can laugh at this sentimental story

But in time you'll have to make amends

The sudden chill where lovers doubt their immortality

As the clouds cover the sky the evening ends

Describing a picture of eyes finally closing

As you sometimes glimpse terrible faces in the fire

We'll I'm the lucky goon

Who composed this tune

From birds arranged on the high wire



Who on earth is tapping at the window? 

Does that face still linger at the pane? 

I saw you shiver though the room was like a furnace

A shadow of regret across a young mother's face

So toll the bell or rock the cradle

Please don't let me fear anything I cannot explain

I can't believeI'll never believe in anything again