I crushed your glass heart...I kissed your lips Our love was a brilliant tale not told In the many books printed and published Once it was summer, now it's winter
A crow comes at night, taking my soul from me I have lied to the gods, the idea of stealig has left me blind They chained me on a rock, as punishment for my desire
I was stunned by her smile It went for a while Before i realize What a dream i've been in I want to touch her flawless face I want to comb her silky hair Her hands, a vision of taffeta
Breathless by the river Sadness waved as the skies grew darker i went to my grave all through red october the grass is always green her ghost visited and read my epitaph
