Candles burn in the dead of night. Some butterfly ghosts draw closer to the flame. I hear their wings humming. Turn your back, now the arrows fly. When you fall to the floor, no one is there to see.
Emily lived in this town. Seems it was getting her down. Filled up a suitcase with clothes. Where she went no-one knows. She didn't wait to explain. She had to rush for her 'plane.
What am I to do in my darkest hour. Lamplight to light my despair. She has the stars in her eyes. The mind in her hair, my sanctuary. Silent and silver....