The birds have stopped singing
The hands of time have stopped swing
The flowers have no smell
There is no water in the wishing well
All the colors have turned black
It is love he lacks
All the people have gone wild
The only thing pure is the tears of a child
The fire with a red flame
Never again will be the same
Not even the funniest clown made a sound
For not even he can turn her around
His stomach twists and turns
As his heartache burns and burns
Give him something to deaden the pain
Life or death, it's all the same