You appeared upon the white shore on a dark and moonless eve. I led you through the stone gate, torches spitting in the breeze
All around our palace glistened, splashed with waves up from the sea, but you shone bright as a thousand suns in your gown of ivory
One thing, I asked of you my love as I combed your white-gold hair. Only stay your hand from the red door, the red door beneath the stairs
The red door under the stairs, the red door ‘neath the stairs. Stay your hand from that old, black lock. There's nothing to see in there
Why do you stand so many hours staring out across the sea? Why do you slip out past the black drapes when I pretend that I'm asleep?
And even in the bright sun as we walk the bone-white beach. You put your ear to the whispering shells and turned away from me
Red in your dress's hem tonight, a red flash in your
Eye. Why the tremor in your soft hands when I pull
You to my side?
The red door and what's inside, the red door and all it hides. Stare away across the ocean waves, but I know what you've seen tonight