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