Eve I can't believe



That you could mean



What you just said



Think of what you are



How very far you are from being real







Look into the mirror



Nothing there to see



Eve I can't believe



You'd really leave him







(*) Notice how her image saddens



How lonely she's become



Just once I'd like to see her happy



Before the winter comes







Eve, I wouldn't lie



The open sky is not your home



Wide as it may be



Reality is here among the stones







Thorns among the roses



Add to what is real



Eve, you are a rose



Among the thorns here







Repeat (*)







I wish her only good times



Before the winter comes