I'm pale I've brought it back to winter tales,. So spare the ghosts around my neck. the winds against the sails,. I'm shivering up a storm of roadside pines,.
For you my love, for you my love. . So barricade the doors and stop the heart. that you've been holding. And throw the words you hold so dear. from the letter you've been softly folding.
My day is death. My night is dark. My love won't answer the call. With the rain like steel upon my face. My heart is certain to fall. . Now I'm tired of sins corrupting me.