In the, cold morning light.
There feel, such spite.
The flower, she cried.
I loved you, I swear it.
This monster, beware it.

In darkness, I fight it.
Too late, denied it.
It has outgrown me.
The swan has outflown me.
She's better off alone.
I feel nothing but a chill to the bone.
Since you've been gone.

Just a chill...
Chill to the bone.

In the, warm autumn night.
There is, no respite.
My heart, it cried.
I am sorry, can't bear it.
This monster, beware it.

In darkness, I fought it.
And help, I sought it.
But I am still alone.
With a chill to my bone.