The street bears no relief
When everybody's fighting
The street bears no relief
With light so hot and binding.
I run the stairs away
And walk into the night-time.
The sadness flows like water
And washes down the heartache.
My heart is full, My heart is wide,
The saddest songs are played on the strings of my hear
The heat is on its own,
The roof seems so inviting.
A vantage point is gained
To watch the children fighting.
So lead me to the harbour
And float me on the waves,
Sink me in the ocean
To sleep in a sailor's grave,
To sleep in a sailor's grave.
My heart is full, My heart is wide,
The saddest songs are played on the strings of my hear
My heart is full, My heart is wide,
The saddest songs are played on the strings of my heart