He stood like Jesus
He smelt like heaven
His eyes were winter

Our story is
The march of the lonely
The march of the lonely
The march of the lonely [bad word] to me
In my darkness
My dark hero
My tall stranger
Tears of sweat
Cry from our body
The strength and the [bad word] In your gentle nature

We honour the silence, between
Ourselves
Between ourselves
We honour the silence, between
Ourselves
Between ourselves