| That old belief, light, sound, the sea | |
| That old house is gone | |
| Your ruffled hair has grown too long | |
| But we know how it goes, the face we know will come to show in our minds | |
| Keep your heart close to mine | |
| Control concedes your life indeed | |
| Found out, your heart can turn all lies from start calling cold hands to dark descent for this night | |
| Keep your heart close to mine |