Lips are turning blue,
A kiss that can't renew.
I only dream of you,
My beautiful. 

Tiptoe to your room,
A starlight in the gloom.
I only dream of you
And you never knew. 

Sing for absolution.
I will be singing,
Falling from your grace. 

There's nowhere left to hide,
In no one to confide.
The truth burns deep inside
And will never die. 

Lips are turning blue,
A kiss that can't renew.
I only dream of you,
My beautiful. 

Sing for absolution.
I will be singing,
Falling from your grace. 

Sing for absolution.
I will be singing,
Falling from your grace. 

Our wrongs remain unrectified
And our souls won't be exhumed.