In the moon light I felt your heart
Quiver like a bowstrings pulse
In the moon's mere light you look at me
Nobody knows your heart
When the sun has gone I see you
Beautiful and haunting but cold
Like the blade of a knife so sharp, so sweet
Nobody knows your heart
All of your sorrow grief and pain
Locked away in the forest of the night
Your secret heart belongs to the world
Of the things that sigh in the dark
Or the things that cry in the dark
