• Under the midnight moon, I no longer feel your touch.
    Under the midnight moon, to see you cry is just too much.

    At the break of dawn, you're still here.
    At the break of dawn, long after the mourners cleared.

    All I want is to touch your cheek.
    All I want is to make you feel unique.

    You call out my name
    You call, but I cannot come.

    Your grieving crys break my heart.
    Your grieving crys make me remember the start.

    Back when we said we loved one another.
    Back when one couldn't live without the other.

    Under the midnight moon, you claw at the stone marker.
    Under the midnight moon, I can tell your heart grows darker.

    I'm sorry, my love, our crys will go unheard.
    Ther is no one to listen here ......
    It seems to them, the grave is preferred