She came to me, dressed all white. She kept her eyes on the wounds made me feel alright, for a while. I'm buried in the snow, seeing the same old dreams, dreams I know too well.
Chorus (x2): Why should I bother to undertake for now I know my soul is yours to take? my sleepless eyes may have their rest confine me
She came to me, dressed all white. She kept her eyes wide shut and silenced the pain. I trembled as her presence stumbled across mine soon there will be no more blood to shed.