Before you see it, painted blue The temptation, to see it through Turning back on, what you thought you knew A fallen angel, is coming through The train is coming, as darkness breathes A feeling summoned, for all to see Please, come back to me And turn your soul, into The one you held, onto, was true Before you see it, painted blue The temptation, to see it through Please beware of, feeling cold There's no-one else I, could bare to hold Turn your soul, into The one you held, onto, was true.