Light glowing
in the morning freeze...

Oh dear God
do not think this is odd...

All the things we lost in the rain
can never be recovered again...

I am young at heart
and so are you...

My head unfurnished and hollow
no flowers in the window...

In my dreams
everything is clear...

You are yin to my yang
laughter to my smile...

Alone, without you
feel a pain...

Deep in my heart
I know it is true...

Blood running red in the gutter
Wind blowing cold in the streets...