Natalie Imbruglia

I hear your silent scream,
Deep in your private dream,
Two ways to go from here,
One way will bring you near,
Fragile wish.
Full moon, no rain, no shame,
That distance still remains,
More shades of grey to come,
We've been through more than one,
Close your eyes.
Like a frightened child,
Fragile in spirit,
Like a wind blowing wild,
No name you can give it,
Like an infantile seeing the light for the very first time.
No tricks, no sleight of hand,