Victor Testo

Testo Victor

It's a grey october evening,

cold light from a distant sun.

Victor's on his way back home.

He likes to walk. He doesn't run.

As he strolls along he looks up.
There's a shadow in the trees,

and it seems to move,

or was it just another autumn breeze?



Mother's gonna wait a long time.

Mother's gonna wait in vain.

Mother's gonna wait forever.

Victor won't come home again.



Just a short cut through the woods now,
and the sun it shines so dim.

All the time this strange sensation,

like someone was watching him.

He blows onto his hands to warm them.

Not the wind that chills him, though.

No one ever told you, Victor,

but tonight you're gonna know.



Mother's gonna wait a long time.

Mother's gonna wait in vain.

Mother's gonna wait forever.

Victor won't come home again.



Mother's gonna wait a long time.

Mother's gonna wait in vain.

Mother's gonna wait forever.

Victor won't come home again.



He won't come home again.