See my love asleep on the floor
In a pose that's familiar
See, my son, we'll send you to war
If the battle don't kill you

But I've a change in mind
She's calling all the time

That I don't want to live in your side
Though the rose is vermillion
And I'd find it so hard to survive
Without when within you

My sweet Lavinia
My sweet Lavinia

All the years buried under the floors
And the wounds in the parlour
Would [bad word] up to greet us before
If it weren't for my heart because

I've her name in mind
And it's calling all the time

For my sweet lavinia

Lucia my love, in the darkness shine
Lucia my love, and you're not mine
Lucia my love, in silence so long
Lucia my love, no promise no more,
Lucia, I walk this unknown
My Lucia my lover my own
Lucia, my love, i leave here soon
Lucia, my love, my life's over when [bad word] home
Lucia, Lucia, Lucia, Lucia... two three four