A deep frustration's running through my veins

A dark light's entering the church

By pale glass windows

And I feel so cold

I can't stop looking at the wooden box placed

In the very centry of the nave

I'm trying to imagine you

A deep frustration's running through my veins

A dark light's entering the church

By pale glass windows

And I feel so cold

I can't stop looking at the wooden box placed

In the very centry of the nave

I'm trying to imagine you

Sleeping

We're in the home

Of life and death

……