Y son las fiestas, tan raras y solemnes pués, que por el año se ofrecen tan solo de cuando en cuando, esparcidas como piedras preciosas.

Hope there's someone

Who'll set my heart free

Nice to hold when I'm tired

There's a ghost on the horizon

When I go to bed

How can I fall asleep at night

How will I rest my head

 

Oh I'm scared of the middle place

Between light and nowhere

I don't want to be the one

Left in there, left in there

There's a man on the horizon

Wish that I'd go to bed

If I fall to his feet tonight

Will allow rest my head

 

So here's hoping I will not drown

Or paralyze in light

And godsend I don't want to go

To the seal's watershed

Hope there's someone

Who'll take care of me

When I die, Will I go

Hope there's someone

Who'll set my heart free

Nice to hold when I'm tired