Softsoftsoft
Is the pillow I'm dreaming on
Is my dream
Is my heart
Are my reasons why
And my sighs
Sweet is the love
Softer than soft
Like the matches to the little matchstick girl
It warms my soul
In which it dwells
Before I wake in the cold
Under broken spell
To cry, to cling, to crack
Shivering in the snow
The sharp sword of sentimentality
Shimmering, slicing my heart in two
The fun turns to pain
And the sun turns to rain
The most tender torment
Love, splitting me apart with the softest blows
