| she's died away | |
| with empty dream | |
| her eyes have faded | |
| with lack of tears | |
| sometimes the stream of bright | |
| stab the weak peas | |
| sometimes the fog of night | |
| smell like wine | |
| her heart has faded | |
| with lack of blood | |
| she takes my hand | |
| till the sunshine die | |
| sometimes the stream of bright | |
| stab the weak peace | |
| sometimes the fog of night | |
| smell like wine |