Standing in the sunlight
Behind the shady trees...

A grievous plan unraveled
On the eve two hearts entwined...

A thousand fair suitors all stab at your heart
Those poets of movement and jockeys of art...

Lying next to beauty with the moonlight on her...
I was lost inside a lover who would never let me...

Love, she said
is fragile...

Lying next to beauty with the moonlight on her...
I was lost inside a lover who would never let me...

Gather up your roses, love
The sky's begun to crack...

The spaces stretch between us
In these years of slow decay...

A thousand fair suitors all stab at your heart
Those poets of movement and jockeys of art...