You'll Be The Death

When the day is over

And it falls into gray

Move your body close

There changed

And could you be the answer

For a wretch like me

Clasp your hand in mine

I must confess

You'll be the death...

Of me...

And all my trials start

Moth to the light

You on your face

The cruelest eyes

And could you blur my visions

No words do we need

Clasp your hand in mine

I must confess

You'll be the death of me

While I...

I sit here waiting...

All day

Hours age,

I'll be your friend

All day

Hours age,

All day

I'll be your friend

You'll be the death...

Of me...

You sing the saddest sounds

In the voice in my ruin

You on your face

The cruelest eyes

And could you be the answer

For a wretch like me

Clasp your hand in mine

I must confess

You'll be the death of me

While I...

I sit here waiting...

All day

Hours age,

I'll be your friend

All day

Hours age,

All day

I'll be your friend

You'll be the death of me

While I...

I sit here waiting...

Waiting...

No hope for you

No hope for me

You'll be the death of me

While I...

I wait for you.