My hungry eyes hide this one night solidly away
Low voices, repeat for you my story
Will this increase your happiness, or do I betray
All those tender pieces
Of your glory

With this pen of mine, I have the skill to show
The sweetest fruit from the vine
Paint you pictures of how my roses grow
Or let you taste the wrath here
From my bitter wine

My hungry heart hides a wind inside which blows
East to West and North to South
I may tell you which way it spins and goes
Or let you try
And figure it out

My hungry spirit hides a bird with mended wings
Low voices, repeat for you my story
Knowing all of this, as you hear her bravely sing
Does this increase your happiness
Or betray your glory