These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace.
Baby, maybe, I'll reach your heart made of stone.
Goodbye to the sun, Goodbye to the days I'm glad we're here, I dread you're here.
Baby, maybe, you'll sing your heart made to love.
She's my high, high. She's my high, high.
Goodbye to the sun. I'm glad we're here -brighter nights and darker days
Baby, maybe, you'll sing your heart made to love.
She's my high, high. She's my high, high