Rain a plague of drowning days
Grey and cold
Time in time she went away
Truth untold

Down the road through the gate
Here are flowers moss and stone
Clear the path to the door
The quiet house is now her own

Safe the secrets that she knew
Still we learned
Hope just like a garden grew
She returned

Down the road through the gate
Here are flowers moss and stone
Clear the path to the door
The quiet house is now her own

Something is ending something beginning

There in the dark of the woods
Chasing light through the trees
We ran as fast as we could
Till she stopped suddenly
Warm was her breath on my skin
As she kissed me and cried
Then she disappeared from within
To a place she could hide

Now there’s a hole in the night
Where her light used to be
So I light a candle and wait
And I pray she is free
Down the road in the Quiet House