Day's decline on the leaves,
Gilded hairs on the eaves
Of your eyes, facing west
How you break on the crest.

On the edge, on the edge
Streams wind to me
All the love that you gave
The mind as a haven.

Day declines all the leaves
Heavy eve breaking eyes
And the house falls apart,
It collapses my heart.

On the edge, oh the edge...!
Streams are winding from me
All the hurt that you sell...
The mind as a cell.