Letras:The Knife. The Captain.

Coming home after a long, long walk
Coming home after a dozen of walks
Coming home after a long, long war
Coming home after a dozen of wars

We are out of wind
We have pock-marked chin
We have lots of water
We turn the other cheek and we win

One thousand stories and soon there's more

We've been offered one more lap to go
In my hand I hold a key
It's dear to me cause I know where it leads

We are out of wind
We have pock-marked chin
We have all this water
We turn the other cheek with a grin