In a city somewhere, a solitary house stands in loneliness
Soon it will start to cry, as the guitar begins to play
What do you seek, after losing love?
Wandering people are all companions, right?
Come over here, because the night is long and cold
Everyone is silent, untill the guitar plays at dawn

Look at the sky, at the stars above that solitary house,
pulling a tail of tears. Where do you suppose it travels to?
What do you seek, after losing love?
Wandering people are all companions, right?
When it’s quiet, we’re all lonely and suffering
Everyone is silent, untill the guitar plays at dawn

What do you seek, after losing love?
Wandering people are all companions, right?
When it’s quiet, we’re all lonely and suffering
Everyone is silent, untill the guitar plays at dawn