This season’s dead, the cold wind lies Beneath the stars, a dim-lit sky I write of love, of silent fears Of broken souls, forsaken years I write you love, a broken verse In tongues that fade, a silent curse Close the windows, shut the night A ghostly dream, a fleeting light A quiet queen in darkness stands With empty eyes and folded hands A whisper soft, her voice in pain Of love that burns, of loss again A silent queen in shadows stands With empty eyes and folded hands Her whispers soft, her voice in pain Of love that burns, of loss again I write you love, a broken verse In tongues that fade, a silent curse Close the windows, shut the night A ghostly dream, a fleeting light A quiet queen in darkness stands With empty eyes and folded hands A whisper soft, her voice in pain Of love that burns, of loss again A silent queen in shadows stands With empty eyes and folded hands Her whispers soft, her voice in pain Of love that burns, of loss again I write you love, a broken verse In tongues that fade, a silent curse Close the windows, shut the night A ghostly dream, a fleeting light A quiet queen in darkness stands With empty eyes and folded hands A whisper soft, her voice in pain Of love that burns, of loss again Farewell, farewell, beneath the wall Where shadows drift and voices call A bird I knew flies low and high In season's grip, beneath the sky I write you love, a broken verse In tongues that fade, a silent curse Close the windows, shut the night A ghostly dream, a fleeting light A quiet queen in darkness stands With empty eyes and folded hands A whisper soft, her voice in pain Of love that burns, of loss again A quiet queen in darkness stands With empty eyes and folded hands A whisper soft, her voice in pain Of love that burns, of loss again I write you love, in crooken' verse In fading words, a quiet curse Close every door, shut down the night A ghostly dream, a fading light A quiet queen in darkness stands With empty eyes and folded hands Farewell, farewell, beneath the wall Where shadows drift and voices call A bird I knew flies low and high In season's grip, beneath the sky