Come to meet me please my love,
Where the darkest angels lie...

This place is not good,
This place is not right...

You caress my back gently,
Brush back my hair...

You may be miles away,
You may be close to home...

Christmas is coming,
I don't really care...

You are the one,
I suspect...

If I died would you be there,
To run your fingers through my hair...

I'm taking this world,
Taking it by force...

I used to care,
I know I did...

Underneath the oak tree,
Where lazy rivers flow...

When I was just a little girl,
In history class at school...

Big girls don't cry,
Had something in my eye...