I don't want to know it anymore
Who made an industry out of music,
I don't want to know it anymore
What that person believes
Who kills for believing
Because I've seen the Death
It had a beautiful face
It invited me to its house
And bowed,
Then just spatted,
And laughed
When I told it:
'No, no, no, I can't
go yet.'
I was ridiculous
And vulnerable
Then started singing
That beautiful bird at my window...
That beautiful bird at my window...
That beautiful bird at my window...