The light throwing us out Bright or not, it’s the same Little did people know What holds them for a while And friends who are lonely How is it with yours, how is it with yours The stranger the hours through To be reading the seventh key And for being sorry Someone else’s much worse In healthier cities, They’re sleeping together
I’m hearing old curses Miserly come from elsewhere Of having each other I’ll give my word for this fever Helping the heart to give up I’ll get rid of the worthless, Get rid of the worthless
It’s better now, to go and lie beside The swans on the English river are pale We’ve seen shame in spells, when failing
The Traitors' Choir: "...When failing, when failing... ...When failing, when failing..."
I’d like to have them so They wouldn’t hurt in warmth In red at dark I could give up, everything Whenever the evening’s fine, Whenever the evening's fine