A lone girl waits

Her tears have long since passed

But the cold cuts so deeply

The summer never lasts

Why did you think

You could feel the morning sun

But not suffer the cold ice of winter?

It's just begun

Bright are the stages

Where tragedy lies

But from a desperate girl on a dark night

They turn their eyes

What's the difference

When you live within your art?

If your days are spent in fiction

Where does truth start?

Heavy chains, drag this poor child down

Heavy chains, wrap her round and round

Sibyl Vane, wear your shackles proud

The curtains are drawn on the last act of Sibyl Vane

Chains of love

No tears can ever rust

This world seems so unforgiving

Seems so unjust

She moves like a sunset

Last gaze at the sky

Heavy chains in the deep water

Ripple her lullaby