Woorden: The Ark. Laurel Wreath.

I'm afraid, embarassed to
I have never seen anything like you
My God, you're great, greater than I'd expect
And the night is silver round your neck
and the night is silver round your neck

Men high and low sing hymns to you
Your sons and daughters do what you want them to
I wanna wear your love like a laurel wreath
And the night turns silver when you breathe
and the night turns silver when you breathe

Oh, I'm out of time, you bring me down
You leave me naked standing out of line
'Cos you're a soul on an endless trek
And the night is silver round your neck
and the night is silver round your neck

And the night is silver round your neck x2