The night it pours in
And it´s empty again
It´s reeking of sin
With a perfume of violets
With a perfume of violets
The angel-less hair
Filled with smoke of despair
Afraid that nobody cares

And I cannot find a comfort
And I cannot find a comfort
And the night it pours in
And that´s empty again
That´s reeking of sin
And with a perfume of violets
With a perfume of violets
The angel-less hair
Filled with smoke of despair
Afraid that nobody cares

And I cannot find a comfort
And I cannot find a comfort
In the angel-less hair
In the angel-less hair
In the angel-less hair
In the angel-less hair