Men high and low
sing hymns to you
Your sons and daughters
do what you want them to
I want to wear
your love like a laurel wreath

And the night turns silver
when you breathe
And the night turns silver
when you breathe

I´m out of time
you bring me down
you leave me naked
standing out of line
`cause you´re a soul
on an endless trek

and the night is silver
`round your neck
and the night is silver
`round your neck