Sleep sweet girl,
There in quiet forgetfulness...

The rain is coming
The sky is dark...

Dark rain falls and thunder roars,
But I sing a little song...

Its true, I told you,
Love cannot be sold...

We traveled the darkness and entered the cold
We held hands by the hallway with the crusted mold...

Don't cry; your time is for healing;
Don't go tonight; and leave only bad feelings...

You're my muse
I hold dearly...

I find it pretty
Though its actually sad...

When you come back i'll cherish you
Like the eyes of science do the sky...

Love is when two hands make one
Under a bright new sunlight...

All those nights we shared,
And the many more we will...

The man tells his lover that he knows
She's a killer and he won't make it to noon...