All that remains is a voice
That crumbles into thousands of dreams
Atop the sea of the tears
And two white eyes that seek refuge
Flying as larks to rest
On the moon’s shadowy, silvery breast
All that remains is a voice
That crumbles into thousands of dreams
Atop the sea of the tears
And two white eyes that seek refuge
Flying as larks to rest
On the moon’s shadowy, silvery breast