The moonlight unfurls Over my widow still And to the glass it cries Of the bitter cold outside
I seek the words and find myself A work of frail mockery
The moon I warn her because The night's pitiful, dark despair Wilting life is why they come to you Drowning in their raining eyes Feeding silently off your contempt The moonlight unfurls Over my widow still And to the glass it cries Of the bitter cold outside
Again I seek their words and find myself Forever at their disdain
Hadn't I warned her beware The night's pitiful, dark despair Wilting life is why they come to you Drowning in their raining eyes Feeding silently off your contempt
