Strange, solid and cold, my new home… Painful my footsteps on stone…
Creatures that [bad word] and hide, Creatures that fly pass me by

I stand alone. Anyone? Please hear my call. Anyone?
Figures I see in the night They wave their hands, yelling
 [bad word]  [bad word] to our plane and
Blessed be the name of…
The Son of life… our Lord…

Both whisper their words in my ears
Sweetness disguises their fears

White one says, “Please, let us play”
Black one says, “don’t spoil our game”

Sorry, sorry, never fit a game…
Sorry, sorry, take the roads again…

I shall live in clouds of fantasy
And be remembered in tales of men…
and dolls…!