Текст: Sylvian David. Mother And Child.

Shadows form knights and pawns
Upon the squares
Blood is drawn up from the well
Secret signs brought the crimes
Right to your door
An innocent guilty as hell
Oh, the cot is open wide
Damp with milk and honey
Gone the mother and the child
In Jesus name
Oh, the cot is open wide
Damp with milk and honey

Gone the mother and the child
In Jesus name
Should they be waiting there
On my return
I may run into their arms
Walking on a razor's edge
Unconcerned
Game is lost again
I'll never learn