歌词
As you drown, I fought oceans in vain;
It's cold now under the moon.
It's hard to breathe... breathe.
Her screaming I hear from deepest seas,
Her voice I hear in the piano.
Amid the cold roof of the charnel house,
Arisen from the sweet sick burning scent;
I'm torn, lovelorn, lonely, dying.
Her screaming I hear from deepest seas,
Her voice I hear in the piano.
The quill it dances painting the paper,
And I play not the music but a woman's soft voice,
A ghostly message from the girl I'd die for.
Excuse me Mother, but I must join her now.