| Vast outstreched diamond lakes in the sky | |
| the mighty stillness of mountains | |
| rain will fall - maybe forever | |
| winds of mercy, I hope | |
| will take me far from this... | |
| ...This desolate place | |
| And I fear you're love will fade away | |
| And I fear there's no end to this pain | |
| And I fear your heart has turned away | |
| And I fear I won't see you again | |
| And in the night I often turn to the starres | |
| this diamond lake of tears | |
| and I think back | |
| when you and I were one | |
| Under this... | |
| ...this desolate sun | |
| And I cry for that broken dream | |
| And I cry for for the absence of your love | |
| And I cry for your broken word | |
| And I cry for the loss of your light | |
| In the season of night let it come | |
| that the raven may gueard upon thee | |
| and when pursued by snow, rain, wind | |
| and darkness let it come that I see | |
| with the celestial eyes of bright wisdom | |
| - from the Tibetan Book of the Dead | |
| And I wish your hand were in mine | |
| And I wish that all is not lost | |
| And I hope that whereever you're fine | |
| And I know I miss you all to much |