Eyes the color of ebony splintered
Caught in pools of inky stain
Violet and indigo, silken painting spiral
An ivory haze like sharpened pain.

Midnight, "while the moon her watch is keeping"
Unsettling, how innocent and exposed
Lost to the music, the calling
The silence in the thunderous rose.
Not the crickets speech implied
Velvet cold that cloaks the night
Sad to see how carved we are
Crushed beneath the omnipotent fight.

Midnight, "while the moon her watch is keeping"
Unsettling, how innocent and exposed
Lost to the music, the calling
The silence in the thunderous rose.

But they hold her captive calling
Moth's wings tremble with that sigh
She washes away the sharpness of stones
Erasing the dying silence of their cry.

Midnight, "while the moon her watch is keeping"
Unsettling, how innocent and exposed
Lost to the music, the calling
The silence in the thunderous rose.
Revealing with the coming sun
Brittle in the light, are we
Leaves, we hide among the branches
Death that doesn't frighten me.

Midnight, "while the moon her watch is keeping"
Unsettling, how innocent and exposed
Lost to the music, the calling
The silence in the thunderous rose.
Like crumbling memories unveiled
You hold the sign before the train
Without your games you think you're weak
He'll never find you, for the pain.
Midnight, "while the moon her watch is keeping"
Unsettling, how innocent and exposed
Lost to the music, the calling
The silence in the thunderous rose.

Emotionless, she judges none
She feels that it is not her place
She doesn't want to know quite why
She will not come without your grace.

Midnight, "while the moon her watch is keeping"
Unsettling, how innocent and exposed
Lost to the music, the calling
The silence in the thunderous rose.
Without a whisper she appears
Sister of time, in the night
Children frightened, old are one
Not the same, will be their flight.
Midnight, "while the moon her watch is keeping"
Unsettling, how innocent and exposed
Lost to the music, the calling
The silence in the thunderous rose.

The blackest sleep where none will speak
For breathing will disturb the leaves
The stars that catch you, catch your eye
Wink at you as nature grieves.

Midnight, "while the moon her watch is keeping"
Unsettling, how innocent and exposed
Lost to the music, the calling
The silence in the thunderous rose.
She'll erase your hope and end your pain
At last the dawn will never close.