I have dreams in which you're a nightmare. I have dreams in which you're unfair. But angels still dance in your garden. And flowers still grow in your hair.
My tears leave a skull on my pillow. My tooth leaves my blood on the sheet. My heart sways the way of the willow. My heart sways the way of the wheat.
But you are the Queen of the Lowlands. You have the Crown of the Lost. I found you broke up like a shipwreck. I found you broke up on the rocks.
The horses come in from the cliff-tops, their shadows upsetting the sea. The waves swim their way to the bottom. And stay there until they're forgotten.
And you know about birds when they're dying, how they know that they're going to die, how they hide in the heart of the forest, and sleep until death chances by.
You know that. You know that.
- piano magic/glen johnson