He says goodnight to the wind
blowing shadows over him
Staring at the cross above his bed
He says goodnight to the rain
A drape of tears cover him
Water or fire, he fails to tell
He's counting the hours
He can't sleep, afraid of his dreams
He can't close his eyes
A feverish thunder
The deafening noise is blinding him
He can't ignore the power of this disease
He says goodnight to the lightning
Flashes portrait his glazed look
Scowling at the cross above his bed
He's counting the days
Nothing to look for, nothing to see
He can't close his eyes
blowing shadows over him
Staring at the cross above his bed
He says goodnight to the rain
A drape of tears cover him
Water or fire, he fails to tell
He's counting the hours
He can't sleep, afraid of his dreams
He can't close his eyes
A feverish thunder
The deafening noise is blinding him
He can't ignore the power of this disease
He says goodnight to the lightning
Flashes portrait his glazed look
Scowling at the cross above his bed
He's counting the days
Nothing to look for, nothing to see
He can't close his eyes