Go to sleep, little girl
With the scars on her skin...

And there I go, singing the blues
They're telling my life, spreading the news...

Do you know?
How much poetry there is in your eyes...

For two months and a half, you wouldn't even look...
You didn't tell me why and, alone, I couldn't see...

My dream is the portrait of a twisted mind
A more disturbing dream, you shall never find...

We walk through the beach, as the day awakes
Watching closely, as the darkness breaks...

Takes life away, sweet suicide
Erases all the pain inside...

She hides the sorrow in her heart
And she tries not to fall apart...

I am telling you the story of the weeping tree
It's not beautiful to hear, it's something you'll...

Don't wake her up, the child of the night
Her soul is broken, won't stand the light...

Can you hear her call?
Can you feel it in your skin...

The rain was falling down on my shoulder
The tears were drowning my cheek...