Carrie, your eyes seem always crying
Pressed against your breat
And lay me down while the day lies dying
Carrie, your eyes are all that I have left
Carrie, your lips seem always sighing
Pressed against your tears
Sing out while the day lies dying
Carrie, your eyes seem touched with fear
And you seem so old
Like the cold calls to your door
Do you need more?
But I can't be sure
Oh, of how much more
That I can give
Carrie, your lips seem always running
Glad to have you here
I give you gifts of the sweetest honey
Carrie, your lips can cure the fears
And you seem so old
Like the cold calls to your door
Do you need more?
But I can't be sure
Oh, of how much more
That I can give
Carrie, your eyes seem always running
Pressed against your tears
And quiet down while the day lies dying
Carrie, your lips can cure the fear
And you seem so old
Like the cold calls to your door
Do you need more?
But I can't be sure
Oh, of how much more
That I can give you