It's three in the afternoon somewhere in another part of the world
She can see the stars tonight; everybody can see she's a different girl
It seems funny that the world is turning, and the train is moving, and still she feels the same
Like she'd never been wet before, while she slept under the rain
so close your eyes this time
It'll be alright...you are mine
Day breaks, she can see the moon
Light cuts through a shingle in the waiting room
"Miss Melancholy, I presume"
She can tell by the sound of His breath that it's Him
She's stunned not to feel ashamed of the way she looks or the way He says her name
She can see her face in his...He still sees the innocence of her frame
so close your eyes this time
It'll be alright...you are mine
(Everyone's afraid to die, yet no one wants to live
I'm alive to see His face. His d**h He gave to execute my years)
So drink a cup of tea with Him. Lay down and fall asleep in His arms
Or burn at the stake for Him...whichever end you meet, you will see Him smile
Nevermind the jaded spirit. Nevermind the moods you used to wear
Nevermind the looks they'll give you. Nevermind your history of fear
so close your eyes this time
It'll be alright...you are mine