In the quiet of the night I lie awake
A silent itch a burning ache
Red and raw like a thousand tiny flames
I feel the pain I whisper your name
Underneath the pale moonlight
The stars are watching burning bright
In this stillness I find no peace
Only the itch it will not cease
My skin's a canvas painted with despair
Every touch a nightmare to bear
I search for solace in the midnight air
But all I find is this longing to repair
Underneath the pale moonlight
The stars are watching burning bright
In this stillness I find no peace
Only the itch it will not cease
Oh the nights are long and the days are cold
I feel so young yet I feel so old
In this fevered dream I search for a cure
But the itch it lingers I must endure
Underneath the pale moonlight
The stars are watching burning bright
In this stillness I find no peace
Only the itch it will not cease
In the morning light I'll rise again
But tonight I'm lost in this endless pain
A silent itch a whispered plea
Will you stay and suffer here with me?