House of the Silent

Cold rising around the silent house where the love in bloom died with the last harvest Whispering walls remembrance to hold and the voices they weep no one hears, no one hears. So is the moon reflecting back your sorrow, surely I'll follow Laying beside your bed waiting for the last breath Can it be done, can it be saved till we apart Slowly ran water down to fill you Slowly turns tide for us to weep For this I was given the silent house and the voices are dead, buried in to my head, buried in to my head So is the moon reflecting back your sorrow, surely I'll follow Laying beside your bed waiting for the last breath Can it be done, can it be saved till we apart Slowly ran water down to fill you Slowly turns tide for us to weep For this I was given birth For this I was given name Slowly ran water down to reap.