When the nightlocks up the light And that I stay here laid up in the darkness I become heavy I get benumbed Staring at the curtains Staring at curtains There is time to wait - Time to be sick Staring at the curtains Staring at the curtains Staring at the curtains
Ho yes I cry Darling - Yes I cry But the men aren't deads my darling Ho yes I cry Darling - Yes I cry Without to know that the deads aren't men Staring at the curtains
Then they come in silence Begot by glasses Begot by the web Some of them clinging at the ceiling Some of them going through the walls & some of them floatting No meaning to those things
Oh they come all over me Oh they swing all over me God why is it so cold while they keep silence ? & why am I so far from the room & why am I so far from the gloom ? They are black over black and belong to the night Shadows of the night Shadows of the night
Ho yes I cry Darling - Yes I cry But the men aren't deads my Darling Yes I cry Ho yes I cry Darling - Yes I cry Without to know that the deads aren't men Staring at the curtains...