Quando fui mortal

End of the pier, end of the bay
You tug my arm, and say: «Give in to lust,
Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll
Soon be dust»

Oh, I'm not the man you think I am
I'm not the man you think I am

And Sorrow's native son
He will not rise for anyone

And pretty girls make graves

[a versão é a de Troy Tate, melhor que a de John Porter]