Another poem for the 20th century And a bleeding heart has fallen to an awful misery Do you believe that it would happen on a shiny day Huh, I tell you that is raining outside What a sweet dedication When that perfect world shows its glance and more Through that old back door What an outstanding view of What an outstanding view of mediocrity Oh, without sympathy, baby But I can't hide Oh, without sympathy, baby But I can't hide In my dreams I've got nightmares Full of blood and death and that herbal tea Oh, pell it with a "b" But when the moon's getting darker I can feel the years still weighed on me Oh, tell me that I am young So that I can hide And I call Call the one who is running 'round He will not tread in What he is believing Everything happens ... someday All the life all the wounds Will not be cleaned By the pouring rain It's always the same Can't you hear my calling In the darkness of despondency Where I am, where I am Oh no Oh no Watch me darling, please don't go Together we will hide From the one From the one who is running 'round He will not tread in What he is believing Things that will happen ... someday But I won't stay