Exaltation of Larks

What kind of stillness is love To cause these white horses on my sea What kind of beauty is this To cut me down so enviously Love thief of me The siren's voice upon the breeze Love remorseless thief of me The siren's voice upon the breeze What kind o

You'll only burn me once But you're not the only sun And I could lie awake, searching in my soul In what you said, looking for my role. But you always tried to be my thorn You always gave me all your scorn And the more I sympathized The less compassi

You are what you love Not what loves you The world was made for lovers That's why we found each other Life is full of things too easy to fall for Just a little fantastic and out of reach There's a teardrop in my sunlight And a poem written for you on