Arms wrapped around a sorrowful ghost
Eyes into Eyes no one else to be seen
Music of the Scots guiding heart into heart
Gentle words spoken in the softest of voices

Trembling lips professing all love from a boy
Promises made between lighted souls
Societies failures leaving wordly lives
Sincere words spoken in the most genuine of voices

Deepening cuts to peaceful wrists
Letting veins flowing despair from the minds
Burgundy pools building on a floor
Caring words spoken in the most loving of voices

Arms wrapped around a beautiful ghost
Eyes into Eyes one last sight to be seen
Music of the Scots leading hearts from this world
No words to be spoken from passed away voices