Trees cut the wounded sky  Of autumn it hangs dead  Clouded in silver  Of autumn it hangs dead    Like a voice from within begging me to stay  The same as the one telling me to get away    Deep in my heartache  Scattered like leaves lies love's light  Gather me up  And hold me through the night    Like a voice from within begging me to stay  The same as the one telling me to get away    Your beauty is a wound in me  Serene in virginity