Vain star,
Oh vain star,
Do you know how beautiful you are?
Blood true,
Oh blood true,
Do you know who I’m singing to?

I’m singing to you.
I’m singing to you.

Sweet sunlight,
Oh sweet sunlight,
I’d come to you without a fight.
Twilight rain,
Oh twilight rain,
Rescue me, wash me away?

All’s left of day.
All’s left of day.

October ’04


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