Misty eyes,
Breathless sighes...

Standing in the moon's hue,
Caressing the land of the forgotten...

You are ashamed of me, I know,
I can see it in your eyes...

Give me some type of sign,
What am I to find...

I walk into the livingroom,
Knowing that you'll be coming home soon...

I have the face of a vampire,
Perfect with its flaws...

Drip, drip, drip,
Down glide the crystal tears...

The wind whispers soft words as it goes by,
The stars shine with pride from the black velvet...

I walk into the livingroom,
Knowing that you'll be coming home soon...

Give me some type of sign,
What am I to find...