There is something beautiful in being alone And it's a cold game which we lay down to play For the moon's held apart by strings which are sewn As a phantom pushes, tumbling into the gray

I haven't sung for years; I don't think I know how But crawling across hard icy earth is easy Grab my hand and please lead me to the border now I want to kiss your voice, your words, but you tease me

Let's pull the covers up over our heads and pray You eyes are deep and brown and green like your mother's Even the reddest leaves turn into dust, they say Lower your head, walk away into the others