歌詞
How often did he curse himself
Booked hourly rates with therapists
Abused love too often
Dipped cowardice in mystery
Always trusted only in fear
How often did he hide
With irony his fears covered
Too often gloomy mood
From ambush ‘Courage’ trumpeted
Always only admired the courage
How often did he transfigure
Self-pity helpful revered
Enough of the psycho-palaver
Useless depressive cadaver
At the very least a step forward.
[chorus]
Do you hear the murmur,
do you hear the murmur?
Fear wants to get him
do you hear the murmur,
do you hear the murmur?
Quick for the alcohol