You gotta know.
The light was soft, the moon,
She was always in a glow,
Hovering like a ghost.
It's the way that she moved...

Said, "I don't wanna be lonely."
She said, "I've gotta go."

(Please)
'Cause you're beautiful,
(Please)
When you don't know.
(Please)
Help me through the night.

The spite she left was growing.
Set a fire deep below;
Melted ice and snow.
Oh, the way that she moved