The Dim and the Dark Light. Quiet words as you first put your hand on my head. Sleeping songs for the tunnel over our bed. Broken ground from the first snow when I realized I would let you go. Winter wind and the sound of the train and the heartbreaking telephone ring. These shaking hands are useless to fight your strong and armored ghost. Then, in the darkness steady and [bad word] the sound of your voice in the middle of the lake. Oh our weak arms and Oh our strong love, the fire inside the dim and the dark light. How I miss your sleeping eyes in the dim and the dark light.