Everything's quite now Nothing is cooking The streets are empty No-one is hooking The dinner was ready The table was laid Gathered around it The family prayed Silence is precious Sighs are gold Let's drink the soup now Before it gets cold The house is warm We'll escape the storm I hear you say That you found your way After all After all I say you hide your ways In a safe your days Behind walls Made of straw And a bolted paper door Everything's calm now The kids are sleeping From downstairs You could hear weeping Turn off the lights And let's go to bed Someone was running Now he must be dead Everything's safe now No-one is moving The father's word Is now approving Of discontent Because all is godsend I hear you say That you found your way After all After all I say you hide your ways In a safe your days Behind walls Made of straw And a bolted paper door