In the moonlight I felt your heart
Quiver like a bowstring's pulse

In the moonlight I felt your heart
Quiver like a bowstring's pulse
In the moon's pale light, you looked at me
Nobody knows your heart.
When the sun has gone I see you
Beautiful and haunting, but cold
Like the blade of a knife, so sharp and so sweet
Nobody knows your heart.
All of your sorrow, grief and pain
Locked away in the forest of the night
Your secret heart belongs to the world
Of the things that sigh in the dark
Of the things that cry in the dark.

In the moonlight I felt your heart
Quiver like a bowstring's pulse
In the moon's pale light, you looked at me
Nobody knows your heart.
When the sun has gone I see you
Beautiful and haunting, but cold
Like the blade of a knife, so sharp so sweet
Nobody knows your heart.
All of your sorrow, grief and pain
Locked away in the forest of the night
Your secret heart belongs to the world
Of the things that sigh in the dark
Of the things that sigh in the dark.

All of your sorrow, grief and pain
Locked away in the forest of the night
Your secret heart belongs to the world
Of the things that sigh in the dark
Of the things that cry in the dark.
Of the things that sigh in the dark
Of the things that cry in the dark.