| These unfamiliar streets, I hide my face and name
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| And these secrets that I keep, every stranger looks the same
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| The cold New England air, it rips the (?)
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| And I replace it with the ache, the ash, the dirt, and lack of love
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| No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me
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| My lover left alone, my lover left to grieve and mourn
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| My sins, my cross to bear, the guilt, the vows I broke in turn
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| This precious sacrament took the bottle of prayer each night
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| One hand to the altar and the other to the wind
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| (?) perish from the church
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| Snow is falling quietly
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| (?) in my steps until the dark into the streets
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| No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me
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| My lover left alone, my lover left to grieve and mourn
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| My sins, my cross to bear, the guilt, the vows I broke in turn
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| My lover left alone, my lover left to grieve and mourn
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| My sins, my cross to bear, the guilt, the vows I broke in turn |