You're walking by the wall. It's winter time and snow falls into town. You're thinking 'bout the lines she wrote before she died : I love you... again ! Clock beats unbearable. The concrete and the day. Every day seems grey when you're lonely.
You're walking by the wall. Fill your hole with alcohol. Walking your bones. You wished they would swing. So you sing like a swan until you've lost your way. Wine in your thoughts, now you begin to sway.
This is the end of the road
This is the end of the land
Wrap my body cold
In winter, by the wall...
Oh my ears, do you hear what I hear ? The sound of her high heels coming up the fifth floor... But when I think she has arrived at my room, as my mind roams for hours, there's no one at my door.
You're walking by the wall. Fill your hole with alcohol. Walking your bones. You wished they would swing. So you sing like a swan until you've lost your way. Wine in your thoughts, now you begin to sway.
This is the end of the road
This is the end of the land
Wrap my body cold
In winter, by the wall...
Oh my ears, do you hear what I hear ? The sound of her high heels coming up the fifth floor... But when I think she has arrived at my room, as my mind roams for hours, there's no one at my door.