She speaks to me
In a language of sadness
All her songs
Enchanting and beautiful
As ancient as emotions
I'm at peace that I can hear
I'm in turmoil
That I may never understand

She speaks to me
As a broken river
As the roots of a tree
As a waning moon
That once it sets
Won't rise again
Her words seem to say
The night will always be dark

She speaks to me
Through a veil
From a deserted carriage
Watching her horses run away
As powerful as connections
That last forever
As painful as watching
Something break

She speaks to me
In a language of sorrow
As a lonesome stranger
In a foreign land
When if I could find the words
Or I could find the way
I could ease the pain
She would speak of love again