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.