at the end of the rainbow

Lyrics

again, at the end of the rainbow, again, no gold to be found, just this cold unmade bed, the last 3 words you said, and this buzzing on the telephone line, paris, well, there is fog on the seine, amsterdam still courses through my veins, all these dark crazy sights, wouldn't be so bad, if i could just taste your breath once again, honey i saw your daddy, lying by the roadside, his feet sticking out of a sack, honey they'll be calling, to tell you that your daddy, never will be coming back, again, at the end of the rainbow, again, no words to be found, just this voice sad and alone, me wishing i was home, and the silence on the telephone line