Sitting under the oak-trees,
Remember the old breeze
Wearing your last suit now
Sitting under the oak-trees,
Who will share your next scene
Looking through your own masterpiece
It’s a cold cold city,
There’s no pity on you
Just generations at a loss,
In these cold cold lights
With our devilish hopes
The great old mayhem,
Make us so cold inside
Sitting under the oak-trees,
Crucifix on your skin
God is your excuse and blame
The only way for you to not shame
It’s a cold cold city,
There’s no pity on you
Just generations at a loss,
In these cold cold lights
With our devilish hopes
The great old mayhem,
Make us so cold inside
In these cold, cold lights
Voracious wolves,
They wanna tear us apart,
They wanna tear us apart
It’s a cold cold world
Still the fragile hearts,
The beast of mystery
Sense another winter’s death
And a long forgotten laugh
As the seeds of a morning,
Fall like gold
Upon us
Some are spirits,
Some got souls
They are trying for something,
That’s already here
Beyond the end,
A new arrival to come
Beyond the end,
A new arrival to come
