Cannot admit now useless to myself I heard
Recalling calmly ruined
The zenith of our hearts 'pon old the wall.
You might perhaps enjoy
This secret golden-brown concerto at the city limits boat
I've got for you, and you alone
My blood may go.
Nearly buried green the shadow of our love -
Concerto for us late to come,
There suddenly might see the light and know
Repeat us ever won't. D'you want to
Out that passion, in that anger free?
Behold the light there shining. Finally,
Would rather go and miss our casual concerto,
I heard myself in jugular your triumph
Death playing at this old piano,
Piano old,
Piano...