In the years [bad word] We walk alone
We walk alone
Now the fighting’s done
Starting to atone
For all the sins we’ve known

Fading smiles once wide
Dead and gone
Washed away in silence
Memories once so bright
Burned and scorned
Soiled beyond resemblance

In the years [bad word]  you walk alone, you walk alone
Longest road to Rome
Sticks and stones may break your bones

Tear my eyes out, rip away
Tear my heart out, serve the plate

Can’t [bad word] the eyes
It’s the disguise

Stitched a hundred times
The wounds won’t heal
Bleeding like a fountain
The sheets turn red at night
Covert dreams
Buried in a mountain

In the years [bad word]  you walk alone, you walk alone
Longest road to Rome
Sticks and stones may break your bones

Keep on walking, not too late
Stumbling onwards, build a fate