This room is as white as a ghost

In this space you can see your own breath

This room is as cold as its host

Is it this sleep that is the brother of death?



This cloth is as green as an orchard

Where the salt can coat the trees

This girl cries tears as if tortured

Is this girl the queen of the sea?



I'm gonna see you through this my love, my love

I'm gonna see you through this my love, my love, love



The eyes of the toys they are moving

It's here that everything that lived is alive

Yeah, the eyes of the toys they are soothing

As into the brother of sleep that we die



I'm gonna see you through this my love, my love

I'm gonna see you through this my love, my love

I'm gonna see you through, I'm gonna see you through



I'm gonna see you through this my love, my love

I'm gonna see you through this my love, my love

I'm gonna see you through, I'm gonna see you through