As silver tears they weave and lace,
 Sad patterns upon her face,
 She waits for you. 
 So low below a laser sun,
 Through velvet fields [bad word] 
 Reaching for you. 
 And so you bleed now,
 Your hand holds the knife 
 That is tearing your life apart.
 Why don`t you leave now, 
 The city`s too heavy
 And your dreams they melt in the sun. 
 On mellow blue, birds curve and glide.
 Through shadows of grief she slides,
 She waits for you.
 There on a hill before the dawn,
 In silence a promise torn,
 She turns from you.
 And so you bleed now ...
 As silver tears, they weave and lace, 
 She waits for you.
 So low below a laser sun,
 Reaching for you.
 On mellow blue birds curve and glide.
 She waits for you.
 There on a hill before the dawn,
 She turns from you