I dreamed a garden full of light,
 Just you and a man in white
 He tears the apples from your eye,
 Just to navigate your rise

 Waiting for the moment
 When the night [bad word] kind
 There's a shadow creeping through here,
 Will it reach your heart and mind?

 Standing in the corner,
 Too tired to sense defeat
 You long to take this with you,
 Yet yearn to be set free

 I've wasted words of love and faith,
 Their [bad word] meaning came too late
 Now they're just whispers in the dark
 Just scars upon your heart

 Scars...

 There's a kind of hope
 You hold onto 
 When the way is dark
 And there's little to lose

 kiss good-night
 The trap we spring
 Don't turn me out!
 I've gold to bring

 Waiting for the moment
 When the night [bad word] kind
 There's a shadow creeping through here,
 Will it reach your heart and mind?

 Standing in the corner
 Too tired but I see fine
 Are you holding up?
 Is this situation dire?

 There's a kind of hope
 You hold onto
 When the way is dark 
 And there's little to lose
 Can you build a life 
 From on your knees?
 When the cost you paid 
 Is the price you seek