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.