Music For The End Of The World

Full of deep unanswered love
Soft like water
Sharp like a sword

Lost and found
With pages left unknown
I dug a hole and called it a heart

Filled it up with memories
The flavor, the color, the sound
Of your name

That I never mention
Though sometimes I whisper it in my dreams
Where it flies away over my meadows

Like a bird
On invisible wings
I am searching

For your love
Something to cut myself with
To the Music for the End of the World