Softly sings the bayou, let me whisper tender nothings
You're my favourite work of art
Murmurs of golden light; the tinkling echo of ancient brass church bells, whispering of hours past and secrets held.
And the stars fell like diamonds: a glittering city of light.
Fly me to the moon
Oh glorious night, bring softness to the light
With a thousand brushes stained, refracting a single beam
The world drifts into shadows as we meander toward the sunset
My granite heart bleeds to see you set, dawn will spread your smile again.