Из альбома: The Clock Comes Down the Stairs

She was tired, it was dark
When she heard the nurse say: “here's a baby boy”
Without fear, zero years

Come to seek damnation and a veil of tears

And my claim to fame
Is that then, I was
That baby boy

Birthday girl, rosy and special
Will this night last forever?

When I wed, I would dream
In a champagne haze, of my first affair
Like a private joke on the one I love, between myself and me

Birthday girl, rosy and special
Will this night come to an end?

Feed the birds poisoned bread
In the square beneath my place of birth
People die, so will I
Cut and dried and empty
Quite alone

When they bury me
When the people know, of the baby boy

Birthday girl, now I am begging
But I still think of the baby

Birthday girl, smiling in silence
Will this night, please, come to an end

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