Whispers - Frau

The man with papercuts who lives nearby

Won’t remember what you said

The tales of joy you probably meant to tell

To him, would just easily fly by

Born to a crystal clear nice family

His whole life honest, at least he tried

His office may seem like a boredom to us

But it’s his sweet dear lullabye

Something’s better when you think it is

Something’s nicer when your mind’s king has cast off his guards

Listen, listen, they come whispering

Listen, listen, listen hard.