Must have been a week Since she drew the curtains down I don't know if it's night or day And I don't care Our hope seems so bleak But she's pulling through somehow While I'm trembling in dismay, in despair
I can see you're scared and tired of all this I can see the torment, the damage it has done Still we both know what the other alternative is Not yet, the only one
The good moments are breezed And there's nothing I can do When it comes onto her again And does it worse
She shivers like a leaf As the waves of pain heave through The ruthless bringer of the end Fears, preserved
I can see you're scared and tired of all this I can see the torment, the damage she has done Still we both know what the other alternative is Not yet, the only one
Don't go yet, don't yet go Not yet, my only one Don't go yet, I can't let go Not yet, my only one
"I can't stop the light from flaming the curtains white."