Was the victim a child
That lends his hands
To the tongues of unborn dream no birds in flight
That by the silent moons
Of a dying word
As I talk tomorrow then to write
What is it that is left
For the blushing cheek
To bleed the lips of a blooming rose
Where love has eyes as black
As Summer crows
Back the blackened rose of the sea
What has not been taken by our lover's greed?
What has not been taken by our lover's greed?
What then from
Of the violet sea
On the fragrant air of Spring they feed
They come as one to two
Like me and you
Frightened by the love that they need
What has not been taken by our lover's greed?
What has not been taken by our lover's greed?
On and on they come
Forever saying I will die without you
In the chasm of these eyes
Nothing satisfies their intent starry eyes and ???
Can't get enough of it
Can't get enough
Can't get enough of it
Can't get enough
Why is it then
My precious star
While your wondrous eyes I shake
When maybe this world is ours to take
What has not been taken by our lover's greed?
What has not been taken by our lover's greed?
What has not been taken by our lover's greed?
