She was laying in a pool right there on the kitchen floor

She looked up at me and began to smile

Her gasping words: "Baby, I love you"

Then she closed those baby blue eyes

Czytałem pamiętnik na jej pościeli

Oglądając dokładnie każdy kawałek brudu.

Wyrwałem stronicę i wcisnąłem ją za koszulę

In Heaven His throne is made of gold

The ark of his Testament is stowed

A throne from which I'm told

All history does unfold.

Down here it's made of wood and wire

And my body is on fire