As I draw up my breath,
And silver fills my eyes.
I kiss her still,
For she will never rise.
- Never rise for me -
On my weak body,
Lays her dying hand.
Through those meadows of
Heaven,
Where we ran.
On my weak body, where we ran
Like a thief in the night,
The wind blows so light.
It wars with my tears,
That won't dry for many years.
They won't dry for you
- Get away, don't get away -
This shallow soul, this broken path is mine
My way, my time, my death, and angels cry
Strike me now with the poison of your slumber
This shallow soul, this broken path is mine
Dear beauty don't wake up, sleep now
Lets lay together in just one grave
Why surrender?
"Loves golden arrow
At her should have fled,
And not Deaths ebon dart
To strike her dead."
Love golden arrow
As I drew up my breath
I kiss her still
To strike her death
On my weak body lays her dying hands
Through those meadows of
Heaven,
Where we ran.