The night it pours in And it's empty again It's reeking of sin With a perfume of violets With a perfume of violets The angel-less hair Filled with smoke of despair Afraid that nobody cares
And I cannot find a comfort And I cannot find a comfort And the night it pours in And that's empty again That's reeking of sin And with a perfume of violets With a perfume of violets The angel-less hair Filled with smoke of despair Afraid that nobody cares
And I cannot find a comfort And I cannot find a comfort In the angel-less hair In the angel-less hair In the angel-less hair In the angel-less hair