Maybe something simple will suffice
I can see a lot of light
But I love even your darkness
My fingers spell your name
In dead languages
I can't read, but I can sing
Even louder than your demons scream

Maybe its not as simple as I would like
I can see a lot of life
But death in your hair I want to hold
My fingers draw your face
There's no color, but every line
Becomes the reason I will live
Even the pain you feel is my hope for tomorrow