In the small hours of the morning
When the world is cold and still
I hear you calling out my name
In the early morning chill
Giving in to superstition
doesn't help my lonelyness
all I can see around my mind
is a chilling, killing darkness
My heart cries out to find my love
The one ment just for me
I am so blind without her
can't someone help me to see
When the game is played out
and I see the makers eye
still in the cold and darkness
It will be my time to die
