They say that lightning strikes again
It's true a whisper might have done us some good
A big old house to play pretend
Lead you into bitter solitude
Chorus
I come to see you in the night
I wanna see you lying down, into that cold, cold, cold, cold ground
Close the door and turn the key
I locks the door
And it's time to sleep
And all those pretty treasures are deep
Once revealed inside a dream
Diamonds shine on a water's edge
Never make it back from sea
To pray for nothing short of breath
Oh no never do we breathe
Chorus
I come to see you in the night
I wanna see you lying down, into that cold, cold, cold, cold ground
They don't know what they don't see behind closed doors
Is it real or just something we have ignored
When little wings have been clipped and bound
And tied to this cold, cold, cold, cold ground
Chorus
I come to see you in the night
I wanna see you lying down, into that cold, cold, cold, cold ground
They don't know what they don't see behind closed doors
Is it real or just something we have ignored
When little wings have been clipped and bound
And tied to this cold, cold, cold, cold ground
It's true a whisper might have done us some good
A big old house to play pretend
Lead you into bitter solitude
Chorus
I come to see you in the night
I wanna see you lying down, into that cold, cold, cold, cold ground
Close the door and turn the key
I locks the door
And it's time to sleep
And all those pretty treasures are deep
Once revealed inside a dream
Diamonds shine on a water's edge
Never make it back from sea
To pray for nothing short of breath
Oh no never do we breathe
Chorus
I come to see you in the night
I wanna see you lying down, into that cold, cold, cold, cold ground
They don't know what they don't see behind closed doors
Is it real or just something we have ignored
When little wings have been clipped and bound
And tied to this cold, cold, cold, cold ground
Chorus
I come to see you in the night
I wanna see you lying down, into that cold, cold, cold, cold ground
They don't know what they don't see behind closed doors
Is it real or just something we have ignored
When little wings have been clipped and bound
And tied to this cold, cold, cold, cold ground