Lyrics:

I once wrote a poem of stillness and silence
Standing by rivers of reflected light
My thoughts were on being loved and yet unloved too
I surrendered to the warmth of the night
Now I feel like dying
And if the water were here
It would hold me close

I once wrote a poem while walking on gravestones
As cobbles, rain and tears lashed down my face
I then felt my whole world was fading
As memories jostled and fell into place
And now I feel like dying
And the pain of old fires still burns

I never wrote poems when I bit my knuckles
And death started slipping into my mouth
Oh but that was really a long time ago
And I'm not writing poems now
And though I don't feel quite like dying
There is something deep inside me softly crying

And though I don't feel quite like dying
There is something deep inside me softly