And as oft her habit, unbeckoned she visits
Even still bending the will of dreams to her
Feverish attempts to bring it back, to make it so
The more I cherish the faster it ends
And as oft my habit calling to her, she fades

This hunger never ending - a famine upon my soul
A crumb, a morsel, a swig, or a drop
Oh, so little you give to bleed me dry
Hope, no more than a dream in which you visit
How can a man love a phantom heart?
Ask me not, there is no explanation for what I do...

I think of what I would trade
For you to take me away
For one last kiss before the end of the day
My heart strings you play
Knowing what you betrayed