作词 : Martin, Wood
Your frail emptiness 
Is all that i tear from your skin 
Only freedom comes 
With the beauty surrounding your eye 
What don't you say to me? 
What don't you say to me? 
She was once a queen 
But nobody cares 
And that's fine 
Because i'm inside the glorious realm of your ways 
What don't you say to me? 
What don't you say to me? 
'cause i know that i know 
That i must prove that my words are true 
And i will not fail to offer you gifts from my heart 
That will stay with you if it falls apart