Standing by the window, eyes upon the moon Hoping that the memory will leave a spirit soon She shuts the doors and lights and lays her body on the bed Her images and words are running deep She has too much pride to hold the sheets above her head So quietly she lays and waits for sleep She stares at the ceiling and tries not to think And pictures that change she's been trying to link again But the feeling is gone and water can't cover her memory And ashes can't answer her pain I've given you the power to take breath from a breeze To call life from a cold, metal frame In with the ashes or up with the smoke from the fire With wings up in heaven or here lying in bed Palm of her hand to my hand Now and forever cold In the heart, in the heart of the world In the heart, in the heart of the world