Silence coming to you
Like a dead song
You have wandered
Far too long

Her eyes are closed
but still red, like you
Is it fire
in her eyes too?

The way she sees you
A comfort when she cries
She still has years to grow
Before you can set your eyes

Sleepless nights
Days of desire
She can't hear you
By the fire

She wears her hair
like a bed when she's asleep
The pain should tell you
You're in too deep

The way she sees you
A comfort when she cries
She still has years to grow
Before you can set your eyes

So don't be fooled by her glow
Rock her cradle...