bleeding in ways of the fire burned
crying in ways of the nightbird
No more is there one to lay by my side
straying in nightmares all the time
A little something I know
is to blossom without you
Im breaking breaking but I cannot bear to
Im staring staring but I cannot see you
For no more are you to lay by my side
Im weeping no more then this second time
A little something I know
Where the sweet waters flow reminds me of you
A little something I know
Where the sweet waters flow
Where the mistletoes grow
is to blossom without you