Gently In These Ragged Folds
Curled Up And Warm Like Easter's Child
A Breath So Faint, Angelic Weight

I Can't Deny
That I Drift Sometimes
Even In These Loving Moments
To Summery Fields I Call My Own
Where I Can Lie And In Them Feel
At One With My Death
With Limbs Outstretched

I Can't Deny
That I'm Weak Sometimes
Even In My Strongest Moments
And The Way You Cry At Me
I Don't Know Why
You Stay