I saw a pyre of black sunflowers Trapped in a swarm of moths And swallows crying heimve Hovering on the storm Soaring above the golden corn So gracefully And then a sadness gripped me All shall pass Our love corrupts Turn to ghost, to dust
I saw a pyre of dreams And my heart's decay in full bloom I left my love behind And my darkness was her groom And from darkness we come To darkness we grow In darkness we call In darkness through and through Our love corrupts Turn to ghost, to dust