In the middle of her confession
He comes over and holds her hand
I wake up, she is crying
I guess he was here again

Evie's tears are never going to dry
Evie's secret tears burn this bed she comes to
only when it's light

We met in a lonely summer
Two survivors of paradise
She ran up when I first touched her
Now she wakes me every night

Faithless girl
You've been dreaming
Staring up your face is what we fear
OK, now I'm listening
You're not mine and he's not here

Now I'm listening
You're not mine and he's not here

In the middle of Evie's garden
In a simple iron chair
Wind's blowing and she is singing
Begs the moon to disappear

Catholic girl
You've been dreaming
Staring up your face is what we fear
Ok, now I'm listening
You're not mine and he's not here