Nothing hurts like the [bad word] piece of perfidy
deceitful behaviour women's lures
Deserted like an empty corpse
An uneasy conscience

Stigmatised in [bad word] He's puffed up with conceit
There [bad word] a day of retribution
They're just lost dreams
Cursed to crawl between
Hypocrites and vain promises
My heart bleeds.

The tremor of leaves...
The tremor of leaves in the breeze
The tremor of leaves...
The tremor of leaves in the breeze

You can't weigh up 
Where does this road lead
At whose door should the blame lie?
The lie lay heavy on his conscience

The tremor of leaves...
The tremor of leaves in the breeze
The tremor of leaves...
The tremor of leaves in the breeze