I lost the only reason that I ever had  I did it crazy by myself  I've always been that mad  I needed someone by me  To share the madness with  To help me through the growing pain  See me through the myth  I thought I'd found the goddess  I never was so sure  But she, as fickle as the wind  On the springtime heather moor  Cavorted on her whim of change  And with her laughter loud  Cursed my good and howled my wrong  And left me in my cloud  I lie in awful silence  Pierced by passing seconds  Every one so long  And full of you  And why  I wake in dreadful hours  Frightened by each turning  Feeling that quite soon  I should give up and die  Of you, of you but stay alive  To walk the echoing  The feeling that it was  Or maybe not  A wretched lie  The silence of the night is pierced  By owls and thieves  Sudden gusts of wind  Rustling my leaves  Loud explosions in the still  Born thoughts of old  Please don't leave your bed for long  It's next to me and cold