They took my lady west, put walls and guns between our love,
And the city’s cries of protest lay beneath the bullets and dust.
These are my days, these are my days, and the bottle mirrors the heart.
I count them away, forever long to return to you.

We raised our voices and fists, I made my plans with care and desire,
I could cross from east to west by the routes of the canal.
I’ll leave by the night, the spring river tide will be kind to a body as weak as mine,
I’ll arrive before light with flowers and wine, returning to you.

And there will soon be more time left for dances,
The streets will raise their glasses,
And we’ll skirt the pathways, cafes and bars,
With wine and cigars, we’ll call in the morning,
My love I swear.

I let fall my clothes, and took to the water, beneath the light of the moon,
My eyes fixed to the window just beyond the wall,
I called out your name, I called out your name, 50 yards from the border line,
Caught sight of your face, and within my heart I could hear…

The band begin their first tune, melancholy and broken,
For a city silent and hoping that
slow waltz with you could be the
Birth of something new.

And the time it had passed, and our bodies looked older,
Your hair it curled, and fell past the shoulder,
And I just thought of love as the moon lifted higher,
Two guards overlooked as my arms grew tired,
Three yards from the border and heavy with desire,
Four shots with precision to my body were fired.

My blood drifts east I hear the calling of the seas
Like a lead ship, my bones will sink to the sound of brass and string symphonies,
Remember our days, remember our days, to which nothing [bad word] 
I’ll take them away, deep to the grave to remind me of you.

And there will be no more time for dancing,
The red water marks the passing,
The night now lays quiet, the band has retired,
And love can only follow suit.