Every day I wade through muddy waters deep
Without this wanting, will I soon be free?
It's hard to know
Harder not to know

And, if you lose yourself to love just once more
Is the servant of your vision at the door?
He's brought shadows for your flowers…

In the absence of fear
Beauty will appear
Though this beauty is not mine
It's hard to love
Harder not to love

Everything that's ever come before
As the universe exhales just once more
In time for recovery

It's always winter inside every heart of gold;
For summer hearts are just longing for the cold
Heat for the young
Winter for the old

Soul, whose grown tired of his skin
Who generates the warmth to rise again
And, if you lose yourself to love just once more
Will the servant of your vision kick down the door
And bring shadows for your flowers?