I am nothing but an instrument
Nine months passed
Muled and wilting in rags
Fed your skin. our lonely lips entwined
As I stumble
Locked at the wrists
I don't know if I'm talking to myself
When I ask
Where you've been
Desperation on my part
Kindness on yours
In sickness and in health upon my body
I've got all your starlight to see
I'll see you tonight
Oh. I'll see you tonight
I
Would
Steal
All
The
Stars
In
The
Sky
Just to
Have one
Moment
With you
On the street, yarn-like
Starling's eyes gleam
God made
Our gold skin
To be
Plotted on
I don't know if I'm talking to myself
When I ask
Where you've been
Desperation on my part
Kindness on yours
In sickness and in health
Grief is a beginning and an end