Gloomy way that you will go
Being colored like the snow
Feel like baby in your arms
Hardly spreading all your charms
Old man suffers from the pain
He has nothing more to gain
All his thoughts are over-bored
Manic, panic, self-assured 

No more concealing
No more delaying
You'll have to go  [bad word] to my life where angels [bad word] to my dreams here there's no cry
Fall to the hole fall like the [bad word] to my dream cut from the stone 

When your naked soul appears
Getting inside through your tears
Innocence [bad word] away
From your mind but I will stay
And the city of my life
Will be living through the night
You will pay your debts to me
You [bad word] and you will see 

No more concealing
No more delaying
You'll have to go  [bad word] to my life where angels [bad word] to my dreams here there's no cry
Fall to the hole fall like the [bad word] to my dream cut from the stone