behind the veil, skin as pale as a virgin   fear valvet red, drapes the bed like a curtain      mix the elixir she drinks from her vial   give her the river that soothes her denial   --what have i got to do with it?--   --what have i got to do with it?--      CHORUS      far from the world that she's in   away from all she resents   if she forgives herself, depends   on Sleeping Beauty's Last Revenge.   how long has she been sleeping?   beauty's only skin-deep   if she forgives herself depends   on Sleeping Beauty's Last Revenge.      hanging my head on her bed, i am waiting   i stand on guard for her heart, yet she hates me      i steal the kiss right from her lips   stealing kisses from her lips   i steal them softly while she's sleeping   i feel the fault - all i can feel   i taste the salt - it tastes so real   oh, i can taste it when she's weeping   --what have i got to do with it?--   --what have i got to do with it?--      REPEAT CHORUS      BRIDGE   in every shadow there's a   deeper reason searching for a seam   in every nightmare there's   a darker meaning waiting for a dream   if i could take you from this   corner, if i could shake you from this spell   the cold would seem a little   warmer, heaven knows it must be hell   for you to stand in frozen   silence, while i dance over your grave   you never reached out through   the violets, ever asking to be saved   and if winter could meet   summer, could they tell each other apart?   what's life worth without a   little change of weather in your heart?