He sits with his head in his hands, He's feet stunk into the sand The sky turns grey above him He shows no signs of being alive But what could a boy do? The day the world went wrong He was in the front row What must he go through to pay, To pay well he don't know Maria, he's sweetness, he's light He's redress, he's night, he's day They rented a flat together Shared they summer in a hideaway All he needed was her cheek pressed to his And his world was calm He could almost weep Just watching her sleeping In the circles of his arms