Rain a plague of drowning days Gray and cold Time in time she went away Truth untold Down the road through the gate Here are flowers moss and stone Clear the path to the door The quiet house is now her own Safe the secrets that she knew Still we learned Hope just like a garden grew She returned Down the road through the gate Here are flowers moss and stone Clear the path to the door The quiet house is now her own Something is ending
Something beginning There in the dark of the woods Chasing light through the trees We ran as fast as we could Till she stopped suddenly Warm was her breath on my skin As she kissed me and cried Then she disappeared from within To a place she could hide Now there's a hole in the night Where her light used to be So I light a candle and wait And I pray she is free Down the road in the quiet house