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