(Yet my heart is true)
It can only cry the purest of tears
Clear, salty and crystalline pearls
From my eyes brightly drowning
Sadly over my tired skin
My lips, their taste sweet
Softly comfort my aching soul
(Yet my heart is true)
It can only cry the purest of tears
Clear, salty and crystalline pearls
From my eyes brightly drowning
Sadly over my tired skin
My lips, their taste sweet
Softly comfort my aching soul