Virgin -

She’s not dead

I saw her moving

Breeze in her hair

I felt her breath

Like the softest moment

In the longest of days

I can see, I can see

I can see, I can see

She’s not dead

I felt her breathing

Fingers uncurl

I see her sleep

For the touch of her hand

On the dullest of days

I can feel, I can feel

I can feel, I can feel

She’s not dead

She’s only dreaming

Touch of her hand

Warmth in her heart

She can tell you her life

In a moment of pain

I can hear, I can hear

I can hear, I can hear