The way you look at me
and make me shiver...

Sitting there quietly
trying to watch TV...

Nine years ago I met you
You were in rough shape...

She hurts
and she cries...

Down to my last bit of strength
Walk out of work in sobbing tears...

Fear is your worst nightmare coming to life.
It's the thing that's gnawing at your imagination...

Shattering soul
Crumbling trust...

The swollen moon
hangs in the air...

She's cracking
like a fractured window...

I try to keep it together
I try not to show it...

Life without your love
Is no life at all...

I sit beside
the old oak tree...