III. Urn

I watch them all pass by

The moon and the stars

Let me hold you in my arms, forever more

These cold nights, the park is ours

Standing by the side

Let you go, oh, to the sea, just for me

Don't ever let me, my love

Keep holding on, let the modest go

As my mic goes to and fro

Waking up for one more show

We see him in the night

Tell him I'm not afraid of him

I'm not afraid of them

'Cause I won't know