Oh silent moving chill, it's looking bleak You're not mine to touch and I dare not speak I need your presence be you dead or alive My misery demands your company to survive
The living, breathing corpse Whose shadow rightly before me walks
Only in your eyes lies your soul And only in your arms am I whole So damn your father for loving your mother I curse him, for now I want no other
The living, breathing corpse Whose shadow rightly before me walks
Master of the round walls, still my heart It only makes my dreams fall apart Trap me in your courtyard of broken stone Oh it's cold and grey but I'll not be alone
The living, breathing corpse Whose shadow rightly before me walks