All that I want is a home inside the woods
And a woman that I can love
All of the days are nothing but a waste
On the even rows of chairs

In the light you look all right
In the night we took our flight to Rome

All of the world is nothing but a whirl
In your favorite evening gown
Deep inside my head is a warm and cozy bed
Where I’ll sleep when I am dead

In a year I’ll still be here
But you my dead I fear will lose your mind