Lyrics:

This is the first you've spoke of it
In your black, magic house, in a cold, damp attic
Two windows stare at us like eyes
Behind them, December's dark, early morning sky
And a couple of dead trees

With their ornamental stars

I thought by now that I figured your head out
Until now, I thought I figured your body out
So, please help me to understand

Because I love you more than anyone
I wonder in what fields today you're chasing dragonflies at play
My little lost girl, so far away

I wonder in what fields today you're chasing dragonflies at play
My little lost girl, so far away

This is the first you've
This is the first you've spoke of it
This is the first you've
This is the first you've spoke of it