Sitting on a corner all alone,
staring from the bottom of his soul,
watching the [bad word] in from the window

It'll all collapse tonight, the fullmoon is here again
In sickness and in health, understanding so demanding
It has no name, there's one for every season
Makes him insane to know [bad word] away from it all
"I'll be safe in the cornfields", he thinks
Hunted by his own,
again he feels the moon rising on the sky

Find a barn which to sleep in, but can he hide anymore
Someones at the door, understanding too demanding
Can this be wrong, it's love that is not ending
Makes him insane again

She should not lock the open door [bad word] away run [bad word] way)
Fullmoon is on the sky and He's not a man anymore
She sees the change in Him but can't [bad word] away run [bad word] away)
See what beccame out of her man... Fullmoon

Swimming across the bay,
the nit is gray, so calm today
She doesn't wanna wait.
"We've gotta make the [bad word] tonight..."

In the mist of the morning he cannot fight anymore
Thousands moon or more, he's been howling
Knock on the door, and scream that is soon ending
Mess on the floor again...

We should not lock the open door [bad word] away run [bad word] away)
Fullmoon is on the sky and he's not a man anymore
We see the change in him but can't [bad word] away run [bad word] away)
See what became out of her darling man

See what became out of that man