Verse: The moonlight unfurls Over my widow still And to the gla** it cries Of the bitter cold outside I seek the words and find myself A work of frail mockery The moon I warn her because The night's pitiful, dark despair Chorus: Wilting life is why they come to you Drowning in their raining eyes Feeding silently off your contempt Verse 2: The moonlight unfurls Over my widow still And to the gla** it cries Of the bitter cold outside Again I seek their words and find myself Forever at their disdain Hadn't I warned her beware The night's pitiful, dark despair Chorus (X2) Wilting life is why they come to you Drowning in their raining eyes Feeding silently off your contempt