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...

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

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