It's no easier, when it's my fault

Cruel of legend -- babies, all

She will spare my blue bird

But break him like her doll

And make him wander on

But I'll leave the light on for you

I will scrape the shadows from the sea

I'll bring the morning for you

I will break the dawn right through the gray

Marble on the bedsheets, paper on the kite

Flea on the back of a bull you're not meant to survive

I will sing whistle tones I will ring bells of stone

I will wake them, scaly moonlight, fishlike altar, turning ocean into sky

I will curl my fingers to swirl the spume

Trawl the deeps and shallows in search of you

It is my darkest part, it is my strangest muse

Let me curse the gods, but let me know the truth

Let my eyes pierce through

I'll leave the light on for you

I will scrape the shadows from the sea

I'll bring the morning for you

I will break the dawn right through the gray