Calling Your Name Man possessed Can find no rest, Waking for his nightmare. Safe in bed, But in his head He knows her soul resides there "I'll be the breeze That blows the candle out And chills the room As summer burns without... Calling your name." Love lamented, His soul tormented, Sleeping in the embers. As good as dead, He's lost his head - But how? No-one remembers! "I'll be the hand That guides your hand to write I'll turn you pale With ink and second-sight... Calling your name." "I'll be your skin, I'll turn you black and blue... I'll be your breath... The life and death of you... Calling your name."