He says goodnight to the wind
blowing shadows over him
Staring at the cross above his bed

He says goodnight to the rain
A drape of tears cover him
Water or fire, he fails to tell

He's counting the hours
He can't sleep, afraid of his dreams
He can't close his eyes

A feverish thunder
The deafening noise is blinding him
He can't ignore the power of this disease

He says goodnight to the lightning
Flashes portrait his glazed look
Scowling at the cross above his bed

He's counting the days 
Nothing to look for, nothing to see
He can't close his eyes