If you're leaving close the door , I'm not expecting people anymore , Here me grieving lying on the floor , Whether I'm drunk or dead I really ain't too sure , I'm a blind man , And my world is pale , When a blind man cries , Lord, you know
There ain't a sadder tale , Had a friend once, in a room , Had a good time, but it ended much too soon , In a cold month in Kiev in that room , We found a reason, for the things we had to do ...
