In the evening, in the evening

I'll no longer be alone, all the ugliness gone

In the evening


When I come home , when I come home,

she'll be sittin by the tree, as pretty as can be

when I come home



It's been one year, since I went away,

would things have turned out any different if I'd stayed?


I tried to be, the one to forget,

Cus all these memories they cause me such pain

but I could not, just let you go,

I suppose I bet my life on chance, all I am

are we not Pawns? Emperors or fools?

a simple contradictive love, lambs and lions


ooooooooo but who are we?

ooooooooo but eyes that can't see?

ooooooooo we can't regret what we've done?

ooooooooo but I'll be home when the evening comes.



It is not good, to be alone,

if we are all faces in crowds, flesh and bones

did we ever, leave that cave,

are we not more than a numbered pages, or souls to save
ooooooooo but who are we?

ooooooooo but eyes that can't see?

ooooooooo we can't regret what we've done?

ooooooooo but I'll be home when the evening comes.


do we sit estranged outside this garden,

am I to be dirt once my life ends,

do we pay any mind to this royal pardon,

it seems one becomes the time he spends,