so long, fare thee well

the dancer and the dancing days have taken leave and fell

so turn down this bed of stone

quench me with the deadly nightshade from the rose that you belong

the long december rain is falling now

running down on streets to nowhere

music is my life youre my sweetest nightingale

but i cant hear it here no more 

and i go, i go

 hush now, dont shake or break

words have fallen silent like soldiers to the grave

no matter what they do or say

lay me on the sleepy meadow by the tracks upon your face 

i love you ♥ :')