"There's a moment when I look at you
And no speech is left in me...

Can you not hear, my heart,
Though I scream, shoutingly against battlements...

Theres a moment when I look at you
And no speech is left in me...

I have lost something,
I do not know where it has been misplaced...

Somewhere there must be a light brighter than...
If there is not, I am lost in a wallowing well of...

Can a wandering soul find forgiveness?
Where is the muse I so wish for...

You.
You are nothing...