You'll Be the Death

When the day is over And it falls into gray Move your body close There changed And could you be the answer For a wretch like me Clasp your hand in mine I must confess You'll be the death... Of me... And all my trials start Moth to the light You on your face The cruelest eyes And could you blur my visions No words do we need Clasp your hand in mine I must confess You'll be the death of me While I... I sit here waiting... All day Hours age, I'll be your friend All day Hours age, All day I'll be your friend You'll be the death... Of me... You sing the saddest sounds In the voice in my ruin You on your face The cruelest eyes And could you be the answer For a wretch like me Clasp your hand in mine I must confess You'll be the death of me While I... I sit here waiting... All day Hours age, I'll be your friend All day Hours age, All day I'll be your friend You'll be the death of me While I... I sit here waiting... Waiting... No hope for you No hope for me You'll be the death of me While I... I wait for you.