Solitude what a lame excuse you forget
as the wind blows
Do not cry over

same old news do not tell what the skin knows
So you fade away like a summer day


Knell no one cares but the bells
in my hands empty shells all those days
gone in vain solitude solitude my friend


Lay me down by the summer breeze where young girls find new lovers
wash my

face with a white chemise leave your coat as a cover

knell no one cares but the bells

in my hands empty shells all those days
gone in vain solitude solitude my friend