Good morning, angel,
The sun still rose...

The sky is clear, the air so warm,
Our bodies sad and cold...

Please, don't cry, even though
I had to leave your side...

The phone call came in this morning
Before the sun began to rise...

I used to sit and wonder,
If all love must die...

Shy and abandoned, I waited,
Wilting into the hot and burning sun...

Don't let go my love, please,
I won't be able to fly anymore...

Oh - my dear Father
I come to You today...

I crept into your room last night
In the darkness I walked across the floor...

In the darkness of the lonely night
I find myself wondering where you are...

My head leans back
My eyes slowly close...

Can you hear me crying
In the middle of the cold night...