Strange face with your eyes So pale and sincere
Underneath you know well You have nothing to fear
For the dreams that came To you when so young
Told of a life Where spring has sprung
You would seem so frail In the cold of night
When the armies of emotion Go out to fight
But while the earth Sinks to its grave
You say to the sky I'm the Christ of the grave
So forget this cruel world Where I belong
I'll just sit and wait And sing my song
And if one day you should see me In the crowd
Lend a hand and just pray To your place in the crowd
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh