Cold dreams of fire and air:
My freedom, lioness.
My pride for your rickety bed…
Oh baby, don't answer yet.
Princess, I'll give you your due,
But I've disclosed nothing to you.
Prophets whisper speeches from out of the dust:
By some spirit of hope I fear once I was touched.

Love rattles her slippery chains.
Words groan 'neath the waits they explain.
Bird's flown from his trap to his cage –
How sweet to be flying again!
Prison ship at the whim of the breeze…
Your indulgence sets me free…
You said "We're the arrows, we pierce when we must,"
Well now see what arose from the ashes of lust.

In return we get the world's distrust.
In return we get the world's disgust.
To fear's to be human, now I'm fearless and touched
Love is an albatross blinded by dust.

Love's a sculpture waiting to rust.
Love's a sculpture waiting to rust.
So bust out the bubbly if I can trouble you to drink,
Consider this a toast if I can trouble you to think:

To the rise of the seas, may they wipe the slate clear;
The three things immortal: to shame, guilt and fear!
To all baseless desires disappeared into air.
To the cravings unfilled that will mark out the year.
To the sacred contortions that make up the day,
Romances aborted, come slow in every way,
To the pearls in your eyes, may they glitter again,
May they glitter and flood till they cleanse us of hate.
Dust to dust, day to day, not even dreams fly away.