There was once a Marionette Who walked in fields of silk and pearl, so light, Then the darkness came upon me I awoke, I could not see her face Her voice across dark waters spoke Please turn on the light, it's growing cold. She was once my Lady Friend, I'd loved her countless times before, so light, Then the darkness crept upon her I awoke, I could not hear her voice She left no sign or souvenir Please turn on the light, it's cold in here. Something tells me we've burnt out all our boats Setting sail upon a storm-ridden sea, And putting faith in the Gods of ancient times I had believed we could be strong and supreme She was like a breath of autumn She fell like the chestnut leaves. So the moons rise slowly now In swirling mists I dimly see, darkly, Trapped in cobwebbed tunnel darkness. Still as then, I cannot see her face, Her voice is still accosting me. Please turn out the lights, the last to leave.