We don't know how to say goodbye,<br />We wander on, shoulder to shoulder<br />Already the sun is going down<br />You're moody, and I am your shadow.<br />Let's step inside a church, hear prayers, masses for the dead<br />Why are we so different from the rest?<br />Outside in the graveyard we sit on a frozen branch.<br /><br />That stick in your hand is tracing<br />Mansions in the snow in which we will always be together.