She walks in the garden.
Sunlight.
Golden face.
Shredding the air
To love.
Lovely.
What do I think?
What do I see?
Ages within golden words,
Entwined in shrouded mist
Across the cold mounds at dawn.
Spreading here and there and there.
And there.
And there.
Give it to me now.
Say the word!
He says.
Oh, I am beautiful.
Ancient elegance and sunshine shadow.
Oh, I am prince of the all the world.
I'll only hear the music
In my head.
What do I think?
What do I see?
The skies are cold
And there is no hope for a future.
Look into my eyes.
The melting of our gaze turns us empty
And lifts the power to speak.
It sounds so hard to reach.
I want the words to reach you.
You want to search through lies on the hill.
You want to feel the things I feel.
But the hour's late and the time isn't now.
So we're parted in silence in the cold.
Hopeless I grow cold, and the story will unfold.
Parted in silence in the cold.
And tears will flow as foretold.
We're parted in silence in the cold.
And beauty gives its prize before it's sold.
Lips that speak to ears that can't comprehend.
The love the heart can't send.
The love the heart can't send.