This season’s dead, the cold wind lies
Beneath the stars, a dim-lit sky
I write of love, of silent fears
Of broken souls, forsaken years

I write you love, a broken verse
In tongues that fade, a silent curse
Close the windows, shut the night
A ghostly dream, a fleeting light

A quiet queen in darkness stands
With empty eyes and folded hands
A whisper soft, her voice in pain
Of love that burns, of loss again

A silent queen in shadows stands
With empty eyes and folded hands
Her whispers soft, her voice in pain
Of love that burns, of loss again

I write you love, a broken verse
In tongues that fade, a silent curse
Close the windows, shut the night
A ghostly dream, a fleeting light

A quiet queen in darkness stands
With empty eyes and folded hands
A whisper soft, her voice in pain
Of love that burns, of loss again

A silent queen in shadows stands
With empty eyes and folded hands
Her whispers soft, her voice in pain
Of love that burns, of loss again

I write you love, a broken verse
In tongues that fade, a silent curse
Close the windows, shut the night
A ghostly dream, a fleeting light

A quiet queen in darkness stands
With empty eyes and folded hands
A whisper soft, her voice in pain
Of love that burns, of loss again

Farewell, farewell, beneath the wall
Where shadows drift and voices call
A bird I knew flies low and high
In season's grip, beneath the sky

I write you love, a broken verse
In tongues that fade, a silent curse
Close the windows, shut the night
A ghostly dream, a fleeting light

A quiet queen in darkness stands
With empty eyes and folded hands
A whisper soft, her voice in pain
Of love that burns, of loss again

A quiet queen in darkness stands
With empty eyes and folded hands
A whisper soft, her voice in pain
Of love that burns, of loss again

I write you love, in crooken' verse
In fading words, a quiet curse
Close every door, shut down the night
A ghostly dream, a fading light

A quiet queen in darkness stands
With empty eyes and folded hands

Farewell, farewell, beneath the wall
Where shadows drift and voices call
A bird I knew flies low and high
In season's grip, beneath the sky