And when you stop to listen
What is it you hear and see?
A poem and a marble grave
Of love that will never be

Speak softly through the mist
In the language of the trees
Tell of days gone by, of lies
Of kisses and the gentle autumn breeze

Does it make you stop and wonder?
Through tears it’s hard to breathe
A dream which can’t be spoken
A treasure lost at sea

It’s a pain which can’t be felt
Yet it brings you to your knees
It’s the greatest thing of all
And it murders you and me

We thought it might be easy
It caught us by surprise
The rain it falls, it’s no ones fault
A wretched severed tie

Through the darkness nothing flies
There is only joy on the other side
Take my hand, I dare you to try
Let me be your humble guide