Come to meet me please my love,
Where the darkest angels lie...

This place is not good,
This place is not right...

You caress my back gently,
Brush back my hair...

You may be miles away,
You may be close to home...

You are the one,
I suspect...

Christmas is coming,
I don't really care...

Maybe my life isn't important,
Not rich but not to poor...

I knock slowly at the door,
No one answers...

Afraid,
The darkness closes in...

My finger tips trace,
The lines on your face...

Flying high,
Eyes almost blind...

Thinking of the pain of thousands,
Alone I sit atop this hill...