i live my life in the dark ive often tried to push the curtain aside but i dont know how i dont know how i bury my head when i cough ive often thought tonight were bound to be caught but i dont know why i dont know why id love to see you where the bluebirds grind their corn id love to see you in that old house where we were born theyre burning the heretics again its awfully bright all the infamous night down in the street down in the square i dream of a world without war the lonely crowd singing together aloud verses of love verses of peace id love to see you where the bluebirds grind their corn id love to see you in that old house where we were born sorrow seeps through the floor it covers me as waters cover the sea but i dont know why its all in the blink of an eye we laugh and we cry we fall in love and we die but we dont know when we dont know why id love to see you when the angels blow their horn id love to see you in that old house where we were born1