Whose are these
They are not mine
They must come from some other time
Some other place
Long ago I watched thou turned on from snow
These eyes that whims
Not of my face
They grasp when these I cannot trace
These eyes they cry
Some they don't know
And yet they're to soak off his flow
I stole them from your daughter
I stole them from your mother
These hands of their lost child
Their dreams remain defiled (x3)
They are not mine
They must come from some other time
Some other place
Long ago I watched thou turned on from snow
These eyes that whims
Not of my face
They grasp when these I cannot trace
These eyes they cry
Some they don't know
And yet they're to soak off his flow
I stole them from your daughter
I stole them from your mother
These hands of their lost child
Their dreams remain defiled (x3)