silent spirit walks before me

with her beauty and with her eyes

heaven help me

i feel i'm fading

i should rest here

for a while



in the dreamtime i'm awakened

as my senses seize the night

heaven help me

i'm forsaken

i should rest here

for a while



and lie in the bed you've made ophelia

dry are the lips that lost their taste of love

drown in the waters that would give you life

cry as this lamentation thrusts its knife