Hesitation as I walk through the door
Would she look as beautiful as before
she's become a lady of perpetual sorrow
and as a son I cannot bear them anymore
My kind of love so cold on the floor
to say goodbye thou means forever more
lady of perpetual sorrow
I have hope to see your hair again
with your stories in my mind
I could dream all through the night
but when a story is of you
I look dead dry
a never ending state of mind
not willing to cross the line
to nevermore come home again
I'm resting here hoping to feel the pain