well my heart will sleep tonight on its bed, silk sheets stained in red. it's never seemed as calm as on these waves, casting off away. even the turning leaves turn no more, laid on white carpets' floor. don't worry, silver fire: put out your flame, and take in all your blame.
oh, rest in peace; sleep without a stir, and know that you won't be needed here for a while.
do i walk the tragic trail laced with hope -- the gentle rising slope? and as the boulder falls, i'd swear again that this would be the end.
and those times i've called before, remember them no more. and know that you won't be needed here for a while.