I saw a girl who'd found her consolation
  She said "One day my Prince of Peace will come"
  Above her head a portrait of her father
  The wilted favour that he gave her still fastened to the frame
  "They've got his bones and everything he owns
  I've got his name"
  Well you can laugh at this sentimental story
  But in time you'll have to make amends
  The sudden chill where lovers doubt their immortality
  As the clouds cover the sky the evening ends
  Describing a picture of eyes finally closing
  As you sometimes glimpse terrible faces in the fire
  We'll I'm the lucky goon
  Who composed this tune
  from birds arranged on the high wire
  
  Who on earth is tapping at the window?
  Does that face still linger at the pane?
  I saw you shiver though the room was like a furnace
  A shadow of regret across a young mother's face
  So toll the bell or rock the cradle
  Please don't let me fear anything I cannot explain
  I can't believe, I'll never believe in anything again