I hear the secret knelling
skylites in a reddish glow
strewing scarlet
splendor in the night
twilight down
stretching upon this town
An evening too soon, our lives began [bad word] an evening too soon, shelly landscapes burn
The night taking us
so cold and lunarless
spring in mountains
little rain drops
buried white frost
I can no longer hate what you love
I can no longer feel what you see
you feed me with your lies
don't let my love for you die
you're breaking up my soul
don't mind I will survive
I will survive.