In the day of success I had a kingdom of hearts,
Oh but for pity that mine own would lead me...

Feathers don't last forever, feathers don't last...
Flying too close to the sun, the burning takes me...

I stare out my window, expecting to see something...
The ceiling fan above my head whirrs like a vortex...

Like rain cutting through dust
Softly with echoes of old innocence...

Tired limbs embraced in in the languid milk
of the still lake...

There are days when I imagine my life in parallel
You softly writing at your desk and I at the piano...

There once was a star in my sky
That burned brightest in the night...