You said alright We've turned that corner I said alright Let's close our deal In the morning I look and wonder Had many That mirror changed When I told you you were my Eve Holland And lit a fire inside Burn the wicker to ashes And long as Stalin might stroll To owe it all Two colours drawn On the door We're out And you would gather white chalk Scribe the subtle letters I waited As long as Stalin might stroll To owe it all