Suffice it to say I wept dry coun
Over this as I pray to my eyes to
Dreaming over the
The rathers and rathers not
That promised here and about

The lies that nightly toss and tur
Spurn at the beat of your lips
The porphyry bridge between our to
How daft that for them
I had sleep to waste

Si me hubieses preguntado aquella
Habría dejado la respuesta a aquel
Y permitido su búsqueda
Apagando el fervor de esa vela
De consentir a mi vista con tu ros