,

Rare is this love, keep it covered

,

I need you to run to me, run to me, lover

,

Run until you feel your lungs bleeding

,

Oh, but the farrow know

,

Her hungry eye, her ancient soul

,

Its carried by the sneering menagerie

,

Know what it is to grow

Beneath her sky, a punishing cold,

To slowly learn of her ancient misery,

To be twisted by something, C

A shame without a sin, Like how she twisted the bog man

,

After she married him

,

Rare is this love, keep it covered

,

I need you to run to me, run to me, lover

,

Run until you feel your lungs bleeding

,

But in all the world

There is one lover worthy of her,

With as many souls claimed as she,

But for all hes worth, He still shatters always on her earth

,

The cause of every tear shed ever weep

,

Rushing ashore to meet her

C

,

Foaming with loneliness

White hands to fondle and beat her,

Give her his onliness,

Rare is this love, keep it covered,

I need you to run to me, run to me, lover,

Run until you feel your lungs bleeding