My life is a disaster,

the unbearable thorn,

I'd rather be a plaster,

wither away on the floor.

My eyes are full of sorrow,

my mind's breakin' apart,

the owl hoots on the treetop,

you will never step from my heart.

I'd like to propound something to you

and hope you can accept hear and now,

to be yours next year at the same time

and you will for ever be mine.

The owl hoots on the treetop

waitin' the year to pass by,

intestines sore from the inside

and hoping the time's on my side.

LiliOg