Sitting on a corner all alone,
Staring from the bottom of his soul,
Watching the night come in from the window, window
It'll all collapse tonight, the full moon is here again
In sickness and in health, understanding so demanding
It has no name, there's one for every season
Makes him insane to know
Running away from it all
"I'll be safe in the cornfields", he thinks, hunted by his own,
Again he feels the moon rising on the sky
Find a barn which to sleep in, but can he hide anymore
Someone's at the door, understanding too demanding
Can this be wrong, it's love that is not ending
Makes him insane to know
She should not lock the open door
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