There's a lullaby, saving us a riot,
Giving back the time, stilling my desire
She knows it's mad, the [bad word] back
The rose unburned, the page unturned.

Dust your conscience off, you'd better stop
This stubborn mind don't feel too kind
I'll find out why it's in her eyes, Leaving it to roll.

There's a lullaby, saving us a riot
Giving back the time, stilling my desire 
She knows it's mad, the [bad word] back 
The rose unburned, the sense of her.