Trust

Blue dawn, cold day feels like Sunday

But there's no rest for some

No time, winter's round the corner

Lift that weary head

And those limbs that feel like lead

Don't say the season's at hand

When the hunter is the hunted

And the mystic widows weep

Today I saw a crystal vision

Mirrored in a stream where

Stealthy lovers creep

I have no reservations now

Into her open arms

I would gladly cast myself

Into that wishing well on a hill

By her summer house

She said people are confusing

When they get what they want

They just throw it in the corner

It's true they can do

Such ugly things in the name of honour

I know that a fragile trust

Can be torn to pieces

By a world ever changing

But you know what they say

No pain, no gain

Into her open arms

I would gladly cast myself

Into that wishing well on a hill

By her summer house

Summer house

Into that wishing well on a hill

By her summer house

Summer house

Into that wishing well on a hill

By her summer house

Summer house

Summer house