A Larksong From the Frontlines
I die without you.
There’s no denying a clean desire
of wanting to hear you dream.
Cradle me in a sigh, I wish to live around you
I’m faithful to the fabrics of your first-rate fantasies
and hopeless when I hope for you.
Clouds and gossip gather
Let me paint you with the sky
I see no life in young men’s eyes
The fields all looking soulless
The moment I return to you
Is the moment I become for you
The madness I enjoy with you
Wrap me in your arms
I wish to live forever.