A magnet at my very core Pulls me northwards further than before But nights are shorter Lying with the truth laid out like that And your cold star gazing from the flat roof The nerves, the cat He's happier in the grip of a daft half hour Than in his

She is gone At the dawn of our living time Harvest of Sorrow Your seed is grown In a frozen world full of cries When the ray of life shrinks Shall cold winter nights begin Leaves are falling down The tear maiden will not return

The thrill is gone I can see it in your eyes I can hear it in your sighs Feel your touch and realize The nights are cold For love is old Love was grand when love was new Birds were singing, skies were blue Now it don't appeal to you