When midnight dawns will you be brave?
When silence leaves your lips this eve,
Will you be the same as you are today?
And I’d never thought you’d ever leave;
I was naive in my hope, in my mind,
And soon like the tides rolling in,
You’ll be with the Earth cold, intwined,
Greeting, grieving — the passing pin,

As the needle sew, in and out, to and fro,
And into the ground we all go so quick,
Before the reclaiming roots of death show,
And take you deep into the forest thick:
        Know that you will never pass —
        Not while our love for you lasts.