dear lovers

who were left in the lurch

dear prodigal daugthers 

all marooned

all bereaved

wait for me

cause I'm remained

cause i am stained 

 

as you can see 

i don't waste my time

let the sound of the sea 

carry me to the blind

pretend all doors being open

wind instruments are stroking 

the surface of the concrete

romantic love is obsolete

 

it's a lovely place of silver and gold 

endless delusion keeps you old

looking back there is no hold

young girls die before their fathers

young boys cry before their mothers

looking back there is no hold

 

hands off my children

they will learn how to fly

saw them falling for good

just a flicker in my eyes

 

now they're hiding in the woods

breathing the spell of silky heather

stumbling all the way home

try to sort their little feathers

 

it's a lovely place of silver and gold 

endless delusion keeps you old

looking back there is no hold

young girls die before their fathers

young boys cry before their mothers

looking back there is no hold
looking back