Blood red descent, away from the moon
away from the sun, and the sorrows, and gloom...

I'm coming down the windowpane
Softly with your name...

Remember, brightened summers
Keep them close to you...

You know what it's like to hate your own blood
To kill yourself and just lay in the mud...

Look in my eyes and see as I cry
I never wanted to start this goodbye...

I rue the day that I was blind
And finally took you across that line...