Pull up the covers, turn out the light
All that is broken will be put to right
No word of anger, no fear in your eye
No thought of another to be despised
Night is so quiet, barely can breathe
You're up in the clouds and down on your knees
Morning will find you by the barrel of a gun
East of the moon, west of the sun
When you have flown, bells they will chime
Forgive us all for all our crimes