I drank the meaning of her words, as theft 
She danced for Chopin, but his request was that she left 
The sea gave up his daughter for the moon 
So weary she looked, as my arm lifts at noon 

The fate of you and the world hung on his lonely choice 
I cannot, but I would love to bury the dead again 
Reward and punishment are the walls of a city bare
And it is within [bad word] I show the mirror 
panic of rich desire leaps up from your burning face 
The face that shows your eyes was my sole victim tonight 

It's for you, Christ, that my bodies' here 
You're bold with your anger and your love is shrewed 

He is quick so beware 
The cold pool waits just for you 
Pierced to the soul by heavens blade of dire shadows 
Where she speaks with her Lord 
Her maker sits all alone 
Deeds are [bad word]  words are leaves 
Long shadows cast by old sins 

She spoke of Christ to the deaf and the poor 
The woman of fatalism is here now 
Her heart creeps among shadows of sick children 
The dying, graceful snow, breaks her simple back