Let me rock you in my arms
I'll hold you safe and small
A refugee from the seraphim

In your rich-girl rags and all

Did your dreams die young, were they too hard won

Did you reach too high and fall
And there is no rest for the ones God blessed
And he blessed you best of all


Your eyes seem from a different face
They've seen that much that soon

Your cheek too cold, too pale to shine
Like an old and waning moon


And there is no peace, no true release
No secret place to crawl
And there is no rest for the ones God blessed

And he blessed you best of all

If tears unshed could heal your heart

If words unsaid could sway
Then watch you melt into the night
Adieu, and rue the day


Did your dreams die young, were they too hard won
Did you reach too high and fall

And there is no rest for the ones God blessed
And he blessed you best of all