Calling Your Name

Man possessed
Can find no rest
Waking for his nightmare
Safe in bed
But in his head
He knows her soul resides there

"I'll be the breeze
That blows the candle out
And chills the room
As summer burns without
Calling your name"

Love lamented
His soul tormented
Sleeping in the embers
As good as dead
He's lost his head
But how? No-one remembers

"I'll be the hand
That guides your hand to write
I'll turn you pale
With ink and second-sight
Calling your name"

"I'll be your skin
I'll turn you black and blue
I'll be your breath
The life and death of you
Calling your name"