It was night
the wolves were singing...

There was a mist of the mind
and a gasp of the breath...

Baby hold my hand, hold it tight
grab it and don't let go...

When you're feeling down
You can count on me...

There was a storm of emotion and blast of tears
a wound that has left open a heart that is pure...

Her once new black dress is torn
her gloves no longer keep her warm...

It is a night of blood, a song of darkness, wolves...
The beautiful one rises...

It's the simple things you do
the way you look at me...

Many things have made me cry
Many things have made me wonder...

Never knew i could feel like this
it's beautiful i feel so warm...