Naked, the Night Falls

Softly, a cold wind paints my face
 Into your arms
 Sell my sorry soul
 Can't keep my senses from your taste
 Sun on the farm
 And I'm not growing old
 Been enraptured and tied
 Turn your ghosts into mine
 All the years, all the years I'm alive
 Naked, the night falls in your eyes
 Slowly I burn
 With the autumn leaves
 Brittle as ash, but when I rise
 Love I will learn
 Like the elder trees
 Been enraptured and tied
 Turn your ghosts into mine
 All the years, all the years I'm alive
 Been enraptured and tied
 Turn your ghosts into mine
 All the years, all the years I'm alive
 Softly, a cold wind paints my face
 Into your arms
 Sell my sorry soul