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