Not one line in her face could he forget
Not one sigh that he could not catch
But he lost her anyhow - to who, or where, or why, or what?
He wandered through the intoxicating night
through the ash of love, and the stench of vagabonds
who had no homes, and now he was one of the homeless, now
Black duster billowing, smoke quickly killing
The pretense of confidence was not quite filling
as he crawled through streets and burned up cities.
Come down! The dead fire will come raining down.
He came down, but got caught up in the thorns of a rosebush.
And the dead fire will come raining down
And lilies will replenish, replenish
and breathe!
Bury himself, will it help dull the pain?
The bitter pill of conscience still tastes the same
He closed his eyes but still saw burning night.
He whispered her name
Her name, her name
Pouring down his lips, it drove him insane
The stars drew signs pointing the way to grassy plains
He found her there, and slept for many days.
He found her there
and loved
'till the end of days.