Hold on to these words, 
This night won't last forever, 
That's a promise. 
This light won't die. 

This light won't die. 
Between the shadows of the leaves, 
It dances. 
As the wind goes by. 

So when sleep just [bad word]  
And you've got no occupation, 
But nibbling at the [bad word] 
Of the melancholy tree, 
Just hold on to these words, 
Hold on to me.