Staring through the windownDusk becomes a dawnnFor hours and hours I go onnThoughts have escaped me nWalking circles in the nightnQuietly I sing forgotten lullabiesnGently getting used to the nightnnLearning to live with what I can't leave behindnLearning to live with what I've gotnSo good that I have known you, nLoved you, nHeld you before we had to gonnStaring through the windownDusk becomes a dawnnnSometimes I feel nYour whispers in my ears, they never knew nThe love that we shared was true, truennOh, but a man is made of violencenSadly, sadly! Violence, violence!nOh but a man is made of suffering (Suff-suff-suffering)nSomeone's misfortune is always to die nSomeone's misfortune is a liennSo good that I could hold younGood that I could love you for a whilenSometimes I feel you herenWalking circles in the night