'Let me stroll outside within you And serenade all the small mountains and all the tall hills Weirdly still seemed the reflection Of me upon a balcony juggling knives in the rain A wine stain upon your long white gown more like blood And you were on the floor inside, beside your sofa And I was supposed to say I'm sorry but I wasn't so I won't It's not like we've not been betrayed before Victory flags hoisted in smoke-crossed battlefields A wine stain upon your long white gown more like blood'