Lirieke: Heart. Little Queen. Cry To Me.

Poor little dreamer
Stands inside the door
You can't find the easy rhymes
Of times you had before

And it hurts my heart so bad
Seeing you sigh and shake
Broken down so low, so sad
I can't let you break

Cry to me, cry to me
You better not hide it
Let it come, let it bleed
I ain't laughing
Reach in and get it and set it free
Cry, come on cry to me

The glass is empty and the wine
Is bitter on your tongue
And people don't seem wild and fine
Like when you were young

Now you're restless over a stormy ocean
Lost in the rain and wind
But we can clear these clouds away
And find the sun again

If you cry to me
Come on cry to me
You better not hide
Let it come, let it bleed
I ain't laughing
Oh no reach in and get it and set it free
Cry, come on cry to me, yeah

Cry to me
Oh, cry to me
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry