S.F. Sorrow Is Born

For ten weeks now number three stood empty

Nobody thought there would be

Family laughter behind the windows

Or a Christmas tree

Then a couple from up north

Sorrow and his wife arrived

Before the sun had left the streets

They were living inside

Then before too long

The street, it rang with the sound

From number three there came a cry

S. F. Sorrow is born

Then before too long

The street, it rang with the sound

From number three there came a cry

S. F. Sorrow is born

The sunlight of his days

Was spent in the grey of his mind

As he stole love with a tongue of lies

The world is shrinking in size