Sometimes you see something in the night
Silently watching, silently observing
You wonder, is it real or a trick of the light
But there it stays, watching, hearing, listening

It holds out its hand, offering its secrets
It's mouth sewn and mouth covered
Dare you take its hand, to find its reasons?
Do you wish to see what it has suffered?

If you wish just to save
Go far away from the eyes of man
Seek the gift that death gave
Then you'll see why we ran

Why we suffer this grand strife
Why we run from the hands of life