Long white arms, losing their strength and form Sixty-year-men on twenty-year-old skin Skeleton, your eyes have lost their warmth Look to your father for some support Hush, hush, hush, says your daddy's touch Sleep, sleep, sleep, says the hundredth sheep Peace, peace, peace, may you go in peace Cruel joke, you waited so long to show The one that you wanted wasn't a girl All your life, you kept it hidden inside Now when you step, you stumble, you die Hush, hush, hush, says your daddy's touch Sleep, sleep, sleep, says the hundredth sheep Peace, peace, peace, may you go in peace Oh, maybe next time we'll be Henry VIII Wake up tomorrow and balance under the grave Open your eyes in a new life again Oh, maybe next time you'll be Gilbert of Chelsea Hush, hush, hush Hush, hush, hush Hush, hush, hush, oh hush, hush, hush, oh hush Hush, hush, hush, oh hush, oh hush, oh hush, oh hush Hush, hush, hush, oh hush, oh hush, oh hush Hush, hush, hush, oh hush, oh hush, oh hush