come unto me my winter son
we could lie on the rails
and when the morning comes
slipping away while the city sleeps
running away from this cruel disease
chasing away all the hungry years
come unto me my sickly thing
we could lie on the rails
yes the world calls my international
'cause we'll be living like
chasing away all the hungry years
jumping the lights in the silent cars
it's so easy in the concrete night