The night is all forsaken,
from the mountains to the sea.
But I, the one who rocks you—
I am not alone.
The sky is all forsaken,
should the moon fall to the sea.
But I, the one who holds you—
I am not alone.
The world is all forsaken,
and the flesh walks mournfully.
But I, the one who clings to you—
I am not alone.