Sundown, silver moon, hitting on the days
My head can't understand no more, what my heart don't tolerate
Well I know she'll be back someday, of that there is no doubt
And when that moment comes Lord, give me the strength to keep her out
Anyway, it's utterly burned into my skull, and if I don't hear it soon, I'll die. It's the night before Christmas Eve, so there's no chance of getting ahold of it physically - anyone kind enough to yousendit.com for me, or email??