and when the clock booms at twelve
the gentle beat in time with your heart
would you think of me tonight tonight
or is her that you hold on to, too tight
your smell lingers in the mist
your face like a shawl beneath the dark
with every breath you take
and every move you make
a part of my heart dies
fades away
a thousand lines don't do any good
won't prove justice to emotions
yet the words are hard to deliver
never seeming to work in speech
in the mist and beneath the dark
in the mist, beneath the dark
entwined are the branches of our love
waiting forever, for a spark
