Eve I can't believe
That you could mean
What you just said

Think of what you are
How very far you are from being real


Look into the mirror
Nothing there to see
Eve I can't believe

You'd really leave him

(*) Notice how her image saddens

How lonely she's become
Just once I'd like to see her happy
Before the winter comes


Eve, I wouldn't lie
The open sky is not your home

Wide as it may be
Reality is here among the stones


Thorns among the roses
Add to what is real
Eve, you are a rose

Among the thorns here

Repeat (*)


I wish her only good times
Before the winter comes