chapter one, & the warm stars are shining & light the sky with their long dying Some strange April, when all the stars stall and stay still & the days fly by idle in Idlewild idle in Idlewild chapter two, soft like kittens & hidden & New York's as far off as China. The ghosts of you and me are so pretty & so sweet & it's bright for Spring The days fly by idle in Idlewild The days fly by idle in Idlewild