The party is over Friends and foes are parting The wine is spilled And the taxis are waiting
The night was long Now the dancers are tired Many beauties broken Many lovers hired
But all your scars will heal Our embrace is meant to stay Now that the dawn makes us kneel And greet the blood-red day
Nothing is left All the small talk is spent The poets are sleepy Dreaming of singing sand
The light is gone The floor covered with dirt The bride is bare The groom has torn his shirt
But all your scars will heal Our embrace is meant to stay Now that the dawn makes us kneel And greet the blood-red day
The laughter is dead And smoke fills every empty room Our colourful ideas Are safe again like in a mother's womb
Let us be true Praise the silver skinned nude Go back home And you will find solitude