All around the dark attic room they play
The sad songs and slow and beautiful,
They are like the creature lying in my arms
So pure and good and so unable to sleep.
Our breathing, before gentle and low,
Becomes the waves of great seas
That swelled and flooded and curled,
And around our island poured.
Stranded in darkness, it is clear
That a past has left its scars
That still stings as memories
And there is no chance of sleep.
But sadly, slowly, beautifully
All I want, is to take you away from him.
