With a crime of passion, I don't know what to do With a crime of passion, Like those dreams of yesterday Broken like the snows of January Silence will fall on those masters of shame When the family garden waits to spring again Under moon and over land Make shadows of the chosen one With words of mercy in his hand He walks the path of peace, a wounded man Out of sight and out of mind The devil's staircase winding high Make it secret, make it sudden And the family garden waits to spring again With a crime of passion, like those dreams of yesterday Broken like the snows of January Silence will fall on those masters of shame When the family garden waits to spring again In Europe's towns tonight, they lie awake again To fear the dawn, an endless story of empty glory Days of love are hard to find One man's rose is another's thorn But the winds of change, they write the tune And the family garden waits to frosty grin With a crime of passion, like those dreams of yesterday Broken like the snows of January Silence will fall on those masters of shame When the family garden waits to song again With a crime of passion, like those dreams of yesterday Broken like the snows of January Silence will fall on those masters of shame When the family garden waits to spring again When the family garden waits to song again