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