Strange face with your eyes So pale and sincereUnderneath you know well You have nothing to fearFor the dreams that came To you when so youngTold of a life Where spring has sprungYou would seem so frail In the cold of nightWhen the armies of emotion Go out to fightBut while the earth Sinks to its graveYou say to the sky I'm the Christ of the graveSo forget this cruel world Where I belongI'll just sit and wait And sing my songAnd if one day you should see me In the crowdLend a hand and just pray To your place in the crowdOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh