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 tough,
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 ceaseless murmuring,
The babbling that I brook,
The seas of faces, eyes upraised
The empty screen, the vacant look.
A man in black on a snow white horse,
A pointless life has run its course,
The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run
As he fades into the setting sun.