How long since I got some sleepHow long since she grew her hair to keepThe night from getting colder forThe owl living upon her shoulder(‘Cause) One way or the other she will drink my blood like wineThe only question left is whether that day the horns will sound(And) One way or the other it will keep me dragging onFor hell knows how long(And) Now the carnival band is goneThis land reaching from the riversidewhere it begins to the hour where it endsIt belongs to me or at least that’s what she pretends(And) One way or the other she will drink my blood like wineThe only question left is whether that day the horns will sound(And) One way or the other it will keep me dragging onFor hell knows how longLike the oldest was sent ahead of the otherIn the middle of a small town where everybodysleeps with friend and enemy one after the otherYeah baby that’s where we were born for each otherRaise your glass to the nighttime and the waysTo choose a mood and have it replaced[6x]