Staring through the window
Dusk becomes a dawn
For hours and hours I go on
Thoughts have escaped me
Walking circles in the night
Quietly I sing forgotten lullabies
Gently getting used to the night
Learning to live with what I can't leave behind
Learning to live with what I've got
So good that I have known you
Loved you
Held you before we had to go
Staring through the window
Dusk becomes a dawn
Sometimes I feel
Your whispers in my ears, they never knew
The love that we shared was true, true
Oh, but a man is made of violence
Sadly, sadly! Violence, violence!
Oh but a man is made of suffering (Suff-suff-suffering)
Someone's misfortune is always to die
Someone's misfortune is a lie
So good that I could hold you
Good that I could love you for a while
Sometimes I feel you here
Walking circles in the night