Из альбома: Wintersmith
You made me older than my years
I am young and barely grown
And when I cry, I cry your tears
for I have no life of my own.
Why don’t you write me some candlelight
and wear your heart of gold?
and I will wear these Aching, heartbreaking years
«Til one day I shall wear midnight.
And if you should scream from your darkest dream
and in a whisper you’ll hear me call?
And for a while I’ll be sweet sixteen
and I’ll have no power at all.
Why don’t you write me a moonlight night
and wear your finest hour
and I will wear these Aching, heartbreaking years
Til one day I shall wear midnight
I am young, you are old,
but not heartless and cold
I am warm from the love that you have shown
but you conjured me up from your hat full of dreams
and you keep me in a world of your own
Why don’t you write me a guiding light
and wear your heart’s desire?
and I will wear these Aching, heartbreaking years
Why don’t you write me a guiding light and wear your heart’s desire
And I will wear these Aching, heartbreaking years, ‘til one day
I shall wear midnight
And when you lay down on your final word,
it will be no comfort to me.
I have lived by the pen and I’ll die by the sword,
when it’s time to set me free.
Why don’t you write me a gallant knight and wear your honour and sword
And I will wear these Aching, heartbreaking years, ‘til one day
I shall wear midnight
One day I shall wear midnight
‘Til one day we shall wear midnight