Heave another heave another sigh,
We´re the last sons,
Thought our heads had locked,
Heads have parted ways,
So headstrong we´re the last sons,
Are we so are we so are we so different,
We´re night and day still the same,
In the garland frame,
Though we left a mark upon a cherub face,
Signs of love waste it all on the young,
Are we so are we so are we so different.