Late at night
Pretending the little glass piano
Reflects no burden of tomorrow
I’d like to wipe my eyes
So please
Leave me be

Scars are lighter
When you dream of open plains
And kneel to pray
Beneath the swaying lemon trees

Count the broken words
Which the goblins
Hand to the small, frightened boy
To get him to cease
His piercing cries
Before taking his quivering life
And pocketing it so quietly
For them to sleep
Quite fitfully

My face betrays me
I will admit
That I am lying to you
So there will be no need
To remember me

Take your beating heart
And your pretty smile
As you walk on a road of sunshine
Away from the graveyard
Of our today
But come back someday
To bury me