Since I am uncertain whether or not I will get around the copyright, I figured I'd post my revised version of the lyrics here:
Don't cry, my love—don't cry no more.
A crashing sky; a rolling screen;
A city drowning; God's black tears—
I cannot bear to see.
She lay under the midnight moon,
Her restless body stirring,
Until the magic morning hour:
Like poison, it succumbs her.
Her baby skin; her old black dress.
Her hair—it twists round her necklace;
Constricts and chokes like ruthless vines.
To sleep, she overtakes her.
Her room is painted heron blue,
Lit by candlelight and chandelier,
And from her headboard, perched so high,
A million dreams have passed her.
Don't cry, my love—don't cry no more.
It overwhelms my breaking heart.
A minor swell of violins—
I cannot bear to hear them.
A mother shepherds her young birds:
She fills their mouths and warms their souls
'Til they are strong and good to fly.
Away from her,—alone—she'll die.
Cradle on quiet, old oak limbs
As, heaven blue, her light fails.
A breath of soot into her lungs;
A life, a journey's end in one.
Don't sing that old, sad hymn no more.
It resonates inside my soul.
It haunts me in my waking dream.
I cannot bear to hear it.
Don't play those violins no more.
Their melancholic overtones—
They echo off the floor and walls.
I cannot bear to hear them.
There are complexities that the above lyrics fail to clarify, such as the dual personality of the speaker (seen in, "To sleep, she overtakes her," "she" and "her" being two different characters).
If anyone has any other edits they'd like to make, please feel free to post below.
Since I am uncertain whether or not I will get around the copyright, I figured I'd post my revised version of the lyrics here:
Don't cry, my love—don't cry no more. A crashing sky; a rolling screen; A city drowning; God's black tears— I cannot bear to see.
She lay under the midnight moon, Her restless body stirring, Until the magic morning hour: Like poison, it succumbs her.
Her baby skin; her old black dress. Her hair—it twists round her necklace; Constricts and chokes like ruthless vines. To sleep, she overtakes her.
Her room is painted heron blue, Lit by candlelight and chandelier, And from her headboard, perched so high, A million dreams have passed her.
Don't cry, my love—don't cry no more. It overwhelms my breaking heart. A minor swell of violins— I cannot bear to hear them.
A mother shepherds her young birds: She fills their mouths and warms their souls 'Til they are strong and good to fly. Away from her,—alone—she'll die.
Cradle on quiet, old oak limbs As, heaven blue, her light fails. A breath of soot into her lungs; A life, a journey's end in one.
Don't sing that old, sad hymn no more. It resonates inside my soul. It haunts me in my waking dream. I cannot bear to hear it.
Don't play those violins no more. Their melancholic overtones— They echo off the floor and walls. I cannot bear to hear them.
There are complexities that the above lyrics fail to clarify, such as the dual personality of the speaker (seen in, "To sleep, she overtakes her," "she" and "her" being two different characters). If anyone has any other edits they'd like to make, please feel free to post below.