|
Stumble through the night |
|
Rushed like a refugee |
|
So fast will raise the tide |
|
Into her eternity |
|
Above a cruel smile |
|
And among her pale devise |
|
And my sense so paralysed |
|
And the faint is passing by |
|
In the quiet |
|
The time will change it |
|
For a while |
|
Will rule the cruelty your sense |
|
Not a lie |
|
If I crave it |
|
Past a while |
|
My untold passions fade away |
|
The cold is open wide |
|
Her pinions for embrace then |
|
And now I have to hide ... |
|
For the claws of the ferrymen |
|
Above a cruel smile |
|
And among her pale devise |
|
And my sense so paralysed |
|
And the faint is passing by |
