Were you cold in the western wind?
Was the stillness too soon?
Did you snarl at the pain of me
When I spoke and it filled the room?
Take me back
While I sleep
I want to dream of you
Cathy, Cathy
I see right through it
I know you cry in the dark
I can picture you raising your eyes
A gorgeous and turbulent feeling
Could I say that I know you
With my share of your blood
Mother I’ve come alive
You are my image of rage
And my image of love
Cathy, let me in
Cathy, take me under your wing
Hear the sound of my voice sing
I see right through it
I cry like you in the dark
