Texty:
Theatre Of Tragedy Closure Live

Come in out of the rain thou sayest - but thou ne'er stept'st aside; And I am trapp'd - A distance there is... None, save me and the bodkin - pitter-patter

He gave to her, yet tenfold claim'd in return - She hath no life but the one he for her wrought; Proffer'd to her his wauking heart - she turn'd it down

Circa mea pectora multa sunt suspiria De tua pulchritudine, que me ledunt misere. Venus! - I trow'd thou wast my friend - Professed to Heaven thou wouldst