As Roxie lay dying in her bedroom

My wife sang, and my son played his guitar

Wild improvisationsDirges and waltzes

Fevered rhapsodies

The stones are alive, the stones are alive

The decaying trees

The moss on the wall, the moss on the wall

The condensation on the window

On the window

It is all alive, all alive

The driver can′t stop, the ghost is here

The driver can't stop, the ghost is here

The driver can′t stop, driver can't stop

The ghost is here, driver can't stop

Driver can′t stop, the ghost is here

Where is my brother?

I′m right here

Where is my sister?

You don't have a sister

Where is my little girl?

She′s gone

She's gone!

And with that, Roxie died

And we looked upon the face of our little girl

The mockery of a faint blush

The suspiciously lingering smile upon her lip

So terrible in death

Oh, Roxie, why did you have to die

I forgive you

Oh, Roxie, oh, Roxie

Oh, Rose

I shall preserve her corpse

A fortnight in the vault

Underneath our bedroom