One sound, one single sound
One kiss, one single kiss,
A face outside the window pane,
However did it come to this?

A man who ran: A child who cried
A girl who heard, a voice that lied
The sun that burned a fiery red
The vision of an empty bed

The use of force, he was so touch
She'll soon submit, she's had enough
The march of fate, the broken will
Someone is lying very still

He has laughed and he has cried
He has fought and he has died
He's just the same as all the rest,
He's not the worst, he's not the best

And still this geaseless murmuring,

To be continued...