Woorden: Peter Gabriel. Big Blue Ball. Altus Silva.

:
The moon it whispers
My own voice
That screamed just a day ago

Reminds me of when I still
Had the choice
That I could stay or I could go

Now I sit here and I
Smoke with you
New friend you're growing old

(chorus in Gaelic)

So if you see me
In the wind
Please think twice before you let me in

I only smile just to
Ease the pain
You think it's a smile brother I think it's a stain

(chorus in Gaelic)

Tomorrow will have trouble
Surprising me
Today he took all of his casualties

Yesterday left most of
My memory then
But today was not a day forgiven