An everyman's night, and a nothing mans plight.

Sitting by a midnight window.

Looking at a weeping willow.

In my house, full of sorrow.

Near i lake, i wish i borrowed.

For i wish to swim in it, and drown my sorrow.


I've sat here long, thinking hard.

tapping my knuckles, to the window hard.

I'm watching the lake, as god has willed.

Oh how foolish.

Oh how foolish.


Every night in this castle is the same.

This tomb, this home, this prison! has no name.

I've just lived here.

I've just sat here.

I sense the end is near.


Night after night.

Sight after sight

thought after horrible thought.

I'm distraught.

And caught...


In my nightmare. In a lonely house.

With a willow, and nothing else.

And a lake, for which i might swim.

For nothing will, cease that wim.

I'm a lonely person, and this is true.


This night will forever repeat...in the moonlight radiant skew.

Again and again.

Until my thoughts run dry.

Until my tapping fingers bleed.

And the window is red with blood.


this night forever.

This night forever.

My thoughts.

Forever.

This lonely house...


Was never any real endeavor.