Staring through the window. Dusk becomes a dawn. For hours and hours I go on Thoughts have escaped me, Walking circles in the night Quietly I sing forgotten lullabies Gently getting used to the night Learning to live with what I can't leave behind. Learning to live with what I've got So good that I have known you, loved you, held you before we had to go. Staring through the window. Dusk becomes a dawn. Sometimes I feel your whispers in my ears. They never knew the love that we shared was true Oh, but a man is made of violence. Sadly! Sadly! Violence! Violence! Oh but a man is made of suffering (suffering) Someones misfortune is always to die. Someones misfortune is a lie So good that I could hold you. Good that I could love you for a while Sometimes I feel you here. Walking circles in the night