On evenings like these I think
of you, wondering if this same
song brought our thoughts together....

Shadows wait patiently, listening...
Play for me...

Would you play to me by candlelight, open
a window, let night drift in, blending with
your haunt?

A breeze escapes, teasing my hair.
Would you rush a fever to pitch,
fingers roam down my spine, and oh, to
hear me moan?

Key to the scream, and yes, now I understand..
understand that you play for the dead, and I am
the only one that can hear your music.

Black glass now looks back at me, and my face I see,
tears collide, a diamond is formed, all is silent, and
so I sing alone.