They say for every high high
There must be a low, low, low, low, low.
For every sun ascending,
A lonesome moon must grow, grow, grow, grow.
Drive my heart, drive my heart
Into the fire of a burning heart's desire.
The only spell you'll be seeing--
Do you hear me coming in my blue dream?
Lonely, lonely, lonely, 'cause my mother told me:
The dream of love's a two-hearted dream.
And bring me a cup of your tears,
And give me the rest of your years.
Because everything dies, given time,
And I know that this world could be mine,
So I close both my eyes and I count my heartbeats
And I know that my wings are on fire, fire --
My wings are on fire
[...]
When your heart's deep and dark as a well,
And everything that's golden and green goes to hell.