My Pale Prince

Where were you my pale prince

When my heart was suffering for you?

Were you standing at the gates

The waters black and running ever deep?

Winter comes, on my knees

Petals fall, do you bleed?

Did I feel you reach for me

Your fingers frozen to the very bone?

Searching for some empathy

I feel the passion spilling from your veins.

(Can you feel me reaching for you now, Pythia?

Can you feel me?)

Distant sands, bloom to seed

Snow on snow, do you bleed?

After all these naked yearnings

Can you feel me suffering for you?