In the moonlight I felt your heart Quiver like bowstring's pulse In the moon's pure light, you looked at Nobody knows your heart.
When the sun is gone I see Beautiful and haunting, but cold Like the blade of knife, so sharp and so sweet Nobody knows heart.
All of your sorrow, grief and Locked away in the forest of the night Your secret heart to the world Of the that sigh in the dark the things that cry in the dark.