They said we were as different
As the night is from the day...

I've read a lot of broken words
Wounded beyond repair...

My passion sits beneath a stone
A place where I can't go...

She sits all alone in an empty room
And silently watches it rain...

Sometimes secrets can be hard to find
They stay hidden so far out of sight...

A man lost his wife with the plague at its worst
She died in the night while she slept...

The waves reaching out
caressing the lonely sand...

Sometimes in November
When the sun is sitting high...