| I don’t know quite what’s happening
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| And my eyes don’t see too clear;
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| All I know is I need you here
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| If only to shield me from the mood of the world
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| And hold me and say it doesn’t matter;
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| But I’m like a child whose dreams are shattered
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| Crowding round me, images of broken thought
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| Lines of my life now overgrown
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| All I can feel is I’m so alone
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| Without even your bright eyes to reach into my mind
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| And say that in my life I’ve done right
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| And I’m like a moonchild in the sunlight
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| So cast your thoughts upon me, wherever you are
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| That I may feel you close beside me
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| And hold your hand, for you to guide me
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| Through all these catacombs which freeze me with their touch;
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| Unknowing, knowing so much, my mind cries out
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| And I’m like a child when the light’s out
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| With a child’s fear of the dark… |