Widowed again, mon ceur mon ceur, widowed again, wake up in my spider web
Come into my house, roses on strings, angel wings, collector come out in my garden.
A rose on a string, once behaved twice is not a fling, what once was
stars in a row on a monday morning show
So I sleep with a white heart, once red and unbroken, we keep it apart
keep our love unspoken
Black and white, follow me into the blue light,a fool on the what lies in the shadows this evening
Widowed again, mon ceur mon ceur, widowed again, wake up in my spider web