When the winter sun sets behind your eyelids
I resort to violence, I hang myself in silence
Every time you come I run out of things to say
Every time your hear I run out of things to hear
I said Father why can't I hold your hand?
He said When you're forty you will understand
Cause a man's a man and a child's a child
Throw away your Bible and perfect that smile
When the winter sun sets behind your eyelids
I resort to violence, I hang myself in silence
Every time you come I run out of things to say
Every time your hear I run out of things to hear