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 believe, I´ll never believe in anything again