She lays awake, in the middle of the night, waiting for a call that would not come...
Yet She waits, hoping she was wrong and you're not gone,
only waiting for the right time to call...

And as day turns to night and night turns to day, the hole gets deeper, the sore gets wider cos you're not there...
I beg you, if her cry reaches you, let your heart be pierced.

If her agony reaches you, let your eyes be shut in remembrance of good times.
If her life means anything to you, save her with your smile and be silent no more...

For in great agony does Eve breathe her every breadth...