Day and night . . . the shadows move too slowly From dark to light she promised she could know me Remember when . . . I watched her on the stairway She was drinkin' wine . . . and she told me what the stars say . . .
Some destinies, they should not be delivered . . . But in her eyes I saw a thousand reasons
Day and night
I feel her skin . . . it's thin and white as pressed milk I closed my eyes and she vanished just like burnt silk And what remains was like some fallen thunder And my lips were chained; they were filled with empty wonder
But the stars tell lies, it blinds the only warning And when darkness dies, there's nothing left but morning . . .