While I see this dirt path
Lining up along this road,
I turn with the bend
Next to a crumbling home;
...
I've heard that art
Comes from a bleeding heart,
And a gloomy voice
With eyes full of tears;
...
Do I keep you to myself,
And kill you from within?
My love was meant for you,
But now the mist's growing thin;
...
Goodnight, sweet love,
Close your eyes until sweet dreams come
To you;
...