Woe
The ribbon round your neck
Against your skin it's pale as bone
It is my favorite thing you've worn
The band is playing our song
And we won't go home 'til morn
Dolor
El lazo alrededor de tu cuello
Contra tu piel es pálido como hueso
Es mi cosa favorita que has usado
La banda está tocando nuestra canción
Y no nos iremos a casa hasta la mañana
Escrita por: Kathleen Brennan / Tom Waits