Laying down alone by the birch tree
As lonely a a fox could ever be
The grey of his misery clashing with the snow
Wondering why his hare would ever want to go
Sitting down alone by the table
As lonely as a guy could ever be
The shade of my misery burning out the lights
Wondering why my girl would ever want to go
We fall together in a similar way
In a similar way
Lifeless on the ground lay the fox
As peaceful as a soul could ever be
The grey of his misery nowhere to be found
Death has taken his pain quietly