Step by step the greyness creeps 
along the roads that lead to me 
I am sipping cups of bitter tea 
cold are the winds [bad word] to me 
from a land without no tree 

As we watch our neighbour's face 
careful [bad word] to mind 
peaceful motions of an old nun's arm 
try to choke a lonely star 
storyteller's gone too far 

Pure ice melts in trembling hands 
can't get back the prepaid rent 
now and then we all can not decide 
I can see I can see 
I can see the silence in you eyes 
 [bad word] and disappear 
I hear songs of love my dear 
who is flying over us tonight 
tries to hush us into sleep 
into silence falling deep 

Fires burn but then they slowly die 
In our room in our room 
where I can see 
the silence in you eyes