where is the whisper, the sweetened perfume 

of the lilac? the sycamore tree?

where will I find a mortal so kind as to keep all this treasure for me

and I see the bird from my youth and I heard it say that nothing is free

 

and I’ll sleep in your midnight choir

dream like a storm

I will break beneath your sky, thick with stars

have you healed or ruined me?

 

the moon, it is dressed to enchant and it swept this heart right into the sea

where it abides by the charge of the tides, forever longing for thee

your beauty, it breaks this old heart and it makes a jealous fool out of me

 

your midnight choir

dream like a storm

I will break beneath your sky, thick with stars

you have healed, you’ve ruined me