She is too scared to touch me
Shy and timid you can see
I'm not scared to touch -
The soft skin I like so much
...
I find the rifle, I drag the rifle
I open the door to my black cocoon
I walk inside the black cocoon
I drag the rifle in and sit on the bed
...
When The Band Stops Playing
I hope I can smile when the band stops playing
Life steals away like a butterfly from an open hand
Endless pain and sadness stops me from staying
Remembering dreams of happiness cools the spirit at the end