Mrs. Nightingale by Night

I've heard the softest hearts fall twice as hard. My fingers burn from twist and

turn. I've been trying like hell to reach you there. But my heart's

been lost among the pines. You love me like I never could.

And I couldn't dream of asking why. You wore my wounds like they

were your own. Mrs. Nightingale by night. You swore you'd wait out the

edge of autumn. Of what seasons change without you here? I've heard truth

is found at cold rock bottom. But I've lost grip on hope to deadly fear.

You love me like I never could. And I couldn't dream of asking