And are you listening behind those veiling hands? Splitting, slicing, redress in all tatters, frenzied pains In streams of sour, you're bathing in unrest Somersault, yet motionless, and you're crying too And I've come seeking some sense of quiet beside you In deep night weeping, in a smothered silent room Where you are sleeping, the moon is there at her tomb Light streaming in before and beyond you In deep night weeping, in a smothered silent room In deep night weeping, in a smothered silent room In deep night weeping, in a smothered silent room In deep night weeping, in a smothered silent room In deep night weeping, in a smothered silent room *
