Till the sun blisters and sprays
And every lamb ceases to graze
When the kiss of the comb
Tears my face from the bone

I´ll be your light
When the shadows fall down the walls
Then life will be done
And it just won´t matter at all

I was caught from a hand
Nurtured on grime, goodwill and screams
Now your breath fills my step
Now there is you till life is gone

But I´ll be your light
When the shadows fall down the walls
Then life will be done
And it just won´t matter at all

I´ll roll your ball
Till the stars can´t make me cry
Then life will be done

And it just won´t matter at all
Not at all

When the kiss of the comb
Tears my face