Darling, he does not possess the grace To speak for your honour Often, he mistakes his own pride for love Brave and drunk on cynics' nectar Mostly at night, the unfettered feeds the beast Thirty years of war have not made him wiser He wears heavy armour, like a fool And fails to see you keep the house alight with hope For a quiet, humble man to hold you Thirty years of war You left the house alight For a quiet, humble man