For when it comes right down to it there' s no use trying to pretend
For when it gets right down to it there' s no one really left to blame
Blame it on me, you can blame it on me
We' re just sugar mice ..... in the rain
From the moment it left its nest, it searched for a thorn tree.
And it never rested until it found one.Then it began to sing more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth.
As its best was bought only at the cost of great pain.
Driven to the thorn, with no knowledge of the dying to come.
But when we press the thorn to our breast,
I don't know why, but whenever i hear this piece of music i always picture the following, a windy full-moon night with clear sky and very few stars, The Mad sea waves striking the huge rocks on the shore trying to break them... defeat them !!! . The splash is always enormous and the water retreat is always soft !! and has nothing to do with the violence it hits the rocks with. Again to strike the rocks on the shore ........