I stretched my arms for your help,
I clamored for your help thrice,
So now then let's imagine the world a little colder tonight,
And let the blue moon sparkle a little bright.
As my dark locks uplift themselves to approach the storm,
I, be the fetching lass bring the norm.
Let's walk together,
Inside the cyan dense wild.
Have you ever tried to get what my heart says?
Have you ever tried to know what I desire?