My favourite wound today\'s told me
That soon she is gonna be healed
Our temples and churches are broken
From doors to the sacred seals
Ivories with secret whispers
As sweet as the morning sweets
Which singing: \" Go on man, now kiss her\"
Will never appear as our sits
There\'s two thrones and one of them empty
Who\'ll be there: new girl or despair?
Maybe i need to switch all accents
And change throne to old rocking chair?
Or maybe i need to let sit here
Allmighty and glorious God?
I\'d like to, but that throne is so clear
And his hands are soaking with blood
I prayed and i talked to her shadows
But it felt like tough office tie
Was left with so much unheard \"Who knows?\"
As her hair was waving \"Goodbye\"
My favourite wound today\'s told me
That soon she will not be so sore
And right after that (which is funny)
She\'s started to hurt even more.