Tekster: Tarkio. Carrie.

Carrie, your eyes seem always crying
Pressed against your breat
And lay me down while the day lies dying
Carrie, your eyes are all that I have left

Carrie, your lips seem always sighing
Pressed against your tears
Sing out while the day lies dying
Carrie, your eyes seem touched with fear

And you seem so old
Like the cold calls to your door
Do you need more?
But I can't be sure
Oh, of how much more
That I can give

Carrie, your lips seem always running
Glad to have you here
I give you gifts of the sweetest honey
Carrie, your lips can cure the fears

And you seem so old
Like the cold calls to your door
Do you need more?
But I can't be sure
Oh, of how much more
That I can give

Carrie, your eyes seem always running
Pressed against your tears
And quiet down while the day lies dying
Carrie, your lips can cure the fear

And you seem so old
Like the cold calls to your door
Do you need more?
But I can't be sure
Oh, of how much more
That I can give you