After my heart wanted to go out,
When a friend gave me hope that there is no hope
And a white dressed widow with a sinister soul
Said: if you want I can give you a rope,

After my heart nearly burst from my chest,
When the Russians did what they do best,
When I was in the east but it felt like the west
And four people died in a blink of an eye,

After my heart was no longer cared,
When three Beatles flew in the air,
Braked the boundaries in a direct line
And then vanished and left illusion behind,

After my heart had been given an Oscar
For staring a play made of foam
And the tears were real so the crowd got up,
After all of that I came home.