Furthest from the Sun

She wore a face irregular, both blasphemous and pure
She lived the kind of life no man could have endured
She hid herself away, this one, she scarce had chance to grow
Austere and cold she lived amongst the winds, the wilds, the snows
For beauty often falls on us who are
Furthest from the sun
Beauty often falls on us who are
Furthest from the sun
She greeted every morning as if a new life had begun
She wore no face save of herself as she gazed into the sun
A small house on a lonely hill contained her like a pearl
So perfect for a secret life and a secret other world
For beauty often falls on us who are
Furthest from the sun
Beauty often falls on us who are
Furthest from the sun
Sleep gently while you fall
Sleep gently where you fall
For I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep at all
No I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep at all at all at all at all at all
For beauty often falls on us who are
Furthest from the sun
Beauty often falls on us who are
Furthest from the sun
Beauty often falls on us who are
Furthest from the sun
Beauty often falls on us who are
Furthest from the sun