The Healing

Where is the whisper, the sweetened perfume Of the lilac? the sycamore tree? Where will I find a mortal so kind as to keep all this treasure for me And I see the bird from my youth and I heard it say that nothing is free And I'll sleep in your midnight choir Dream like a storm I will break beneath your sky, thick with stars Have you healed or ruined me? The moon, it is dressed to enchant and it swept this heart right into the sea Where it abides by the charge of the tides, forever longing for thee Your beauty, it breaks this old heart and it makes a jealous fool out of me Your midnight choir Dream like a storm I will break beneath your sky, thick with stars You have healed, you've ruined me