In my heart there’s a room where you linger
Soft shoulders where I go to cry
The a crack in a dark shuttered window
And a tree where the nightingales die.

A sliver of fading moonlight
falls soft on a valley of green.
My heart wants to drown
in your pure light
In a place where true loves never been

I want to light up your faded parlors
If you look you will find me there
I will be wearing a coat of forever
A rose growing wild in my hair.

But you fade in a darkened barroom.
Where men go to die of the blues.
All I bring you are two dozen teardrops
To pour on your soul to bloom.