She's saying, saying, saying
she's saying and she's collapsing
and afterwards she's not to blame for anything
she's tottering along the cliff's edge
She's saying, saying, saying
she's staying home and crying
she's tattling her little tales
but her truth is burning her
how then can I not love her?
She's saying, saying, saying
she's sizing up everything
at the upper sort of balconies she's singing
she's falling low, staggering
She's saying, saying, saying
but when the clocks will stop
all these will remain only words
come out then, my love, from underground
just in case you see the light the real one
Love is thriving
the angel's wings
(the shiny ones)
I'm wearing them
to come
and rise again
She's saying, saying, saying
she's drinking and gets smashed
she's splurging her pearls
she doesn't keep anything for me
She's saying, saying, saying
but when the clocks will stop
all these will remain only words
come out then, my love, from underground
just in case you see the light the real one
(repeat verses 2-3-2-2)