Verse:
The moonlight unfurls
Over my widow still
And to the gla** it cries
Of the bitter cold outside
I seek the words and find myself
A work of frail mockery
The moon I warn her because
The night's pitiful, dark despair
Chorus:
Wilting life is why they come to you
Drowning in their raining eyes
Feeding silently off your contempt
Verse 2:
The moonlight unfurls
Over my widow still
And to the gla** it cries
Of the bitter cold outside
Again I seek their words and find myself
Forever at their disdain
Hadn't I warned her beware
The night's pitiful, dark despair
Chorus (X2)
Wilting life is why they come to you
Drowning in their raining eyes
Feeding silently off your contempt