It's night
You open your eyes
Some sweat's in your head
The houses
Let's get out of breath
And the leaves are all
Wrinkled and dead
Your hair is a mess
Your skin and your dress
Are sprinkled with dust
In the corner you caught on a nail
Don't cry
With a will to survive
The ghost from the past
Will come back to us now
In the night with the houses alive
And they paint themselves white
With shadows of red
The world in your hand from the
Grave to the warmth of a hospital bed
And back to your feet
How tender we beat
For the sound in the doubt is to
Quiet the cries in their sleep