Cold this heart has grown, brittle are these bones.
Drawing warmth from stone, no longer alone.
Now I lay thee down to sleep, sleep my sweet, and I prey my love your soul to keep.

Dawn breaks through, forsake, stealing breath, awake, and for your kiss I ache.
Time stands still, I wait, for dusk's dark embrace.
Within the night, fate, the dream that we create.

Oh my love to be or not to be, no question without your breath upon me.
What is life but madness without thee, am I to live if you cannot be free?
Free to live and still love me.

And if I die before I wake, pray the lord my soul to take, take me.
Oh, not to be without your breath in me, am I to live if you cannot be free?
Free to live and love me.

Oh my love to be or not to be, no question without your breath upon me
I am to die if you cannot be free, free to live, free to love and die with me.