Walking on these alleys, these scenes of rise and fall Haunted by the spirits of my past And how could I not be mislead and reckon that this town used to be a paradise on earth I hold my head up to the sky I hide away just to get by, my love And I know what lies ahead, my love And I know that I will try to love you Against the odds Against the law Oh and against the rocks And someday I will make it up to you just by depriving you of all my love I am lying in stupor Stretched out on the floor Staring at the ceiling While the world is going up in smoke, my love, is dwindling all around me And I’m thinking: »If I don’t come clean, I’ll die.« So tell me everything that you have learned of love And tell me everything that you have learned of hate And tell me everything that you have learned about the skill to reconcile yourself to life