I’ll build a castle in the air
for you and me alone to share...

Consumed by breathless heat
which clings and cloys...

The nights are closing in and winter
stretches out cool fingers to caress...

Such a small thing, a ring
A thing that could so easily be lost...

Sometimes I wish I were a ghost
To float away from all life's ills...

When in zenith of the night
the wind doth howl...

Sunshine weakly returns with
promises of so much more to come...

I can see the sparkle in your eyes
begin to fade...

I see stars
each time...

Surface surfers
with insidious whispers...

Deafened by the dying blast
they wander...

You feed me breadcrumbs,
stale and unappetising...