歌词
He stood like Jesus
He smelt like heaven
His eyes were winter
Our story is the march of the lonely
The march of the lonely
The march of the lonely
Come to me in my darkness
My dark hero, my tall stranger
Tears of sweat cry from your body
The strength and the cruelty in your gentle nature
We honour the silence, between ourselves
Between ourselves
We honour the silence, between ourselves
Between ourselves
