Oh silent moving chill   It's looking bleak   You're not mine to touch and   I dare not speak   I need your presence   Be you dead or alive   My misery demands   Your company to survive   The living, breathing corpse   Whose shadow rightly   Before me walks     Only in your eyes lies your soul   And only in your arms am I whole   So damn your father for loving your mother   I curse him   For now I want no other     The living, breathing corpse   Whose shadow rightly   Before me walks   Master of the round walls   Still my heart   It only makes my dreams fall apart   Trap me in your courtyard   Of broken stone   Oh it's cold and grey but   I'll not be alone   The living, breathing corpse   Whose shadow rightly   Before me walks  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-