The rain lets up as the sirens start One world fell in two parts Remarks silently spoken of reality being broken Idea recoils further into isolation ruled by false allegations Under exaggerated hyperbole transcribes the true feeling hidden above the covered-up abomination
Heartsease in my garden bed, With sweetwilliam white and red, Honeysuckle on my wall:-- Heartsease blossoms in my heart When sweet William comes to call, But it withers when we part, And the honey-trumpets fall.
The most beautiful mountain Haven’t been discovered yet The most beautiful seasons Haven’t been chosen yet Our most magical days We haven’t seen them yet The most beautiful words I want to say to you I haven’t mentioned yet.