behind the veil, skin as pale as a virgin

fear valvet red, drapes the bed like a curtain



mix the elixir she drinks from her vial

give her the river that soothes her denial

--what have i got to do with it?--

--what have i got to do with it?--



CHORUS



far from the world that she's in

away from all she resents

if she forgives herself, depends

on Sleeping Beauty's Last Revenge.

how long has she been sleeping?

beauty's only skin-deep

if she forgives herself depends

on Sleeping Beauty's Last Revenge.



hanging my head on her bed, i am waiting

i stand on guard for her heart, yet she hates me



i steal the kiss right from her lips

stealing kisses from her lips

i steal them softly while she's sleeping

i feel the fault - all i can feel

i taste the salt - it tastes so real

oh, i can taste it when she's weeping

--what have i got to do with it?--

--what have i got to do with it?--



REPEAT CHORUS



BRIDGE

in every shadow there's a

deeper reason searching for a seam

in every nightmare there's

a darker meaning waiting for a dream

if i could take you from this

corner, if i could shake you from this spell

the cold would seem a little

warmer, heaven knows it must be hell

for you to stand in frozen

silence, while i dance over your grave

you never reached out through

the violets, ever asking to be saved

and if winter could meet

summer, could they tell each other apart?

what's life worth without a

little change of weather in your heart?