Cold and alone, in the vineyard he lies Stained and all broken, the nightingale dies Looking from your window, I can see the snow Freezing cold, grinding to a halt On stonecold gravel, freeze alone Turning away from the wasted hours Turning away from the wasted years
I`m Made of Wax, Larry, What Are You Made Of? (Live at Greenfield Festival in Interlaken, Switzerland on June 13, 2009)