A few brief moments in the mind of Mr. Bates.

She Comes to Me

Like shadow settles on the parapet

And salt surrenders to the sea,

When silence fondles the midnight hour

She comes to me.

When masks and mirrors fall away,

When laughter burns my ears,

She comes to me

In the relief of the midnight hour.

When laughter burns my ears,

When I cannot take another step,

In the relief of the midnight hour

She comes to me.