Smoking by the fireside
Waiting for the dawn
Here comes the light brigade
Knocking at my door
Mr. Cold is drinking my wine
He's melting away
He said that this life is divine
Don't miss a drop, don't you ever stop
All of our days
All of our nights
All of our wrongs and sacrifice
All of the August moons
All of our lovers swoons
You've filled up my...
My empty room
But you left too soon