Lost the touch before I lost my hands,
And the beauty stands.
My feet fell out from under my wings,
Until the beauty sings.
Who's ear was this, with the songs that clung to it,
That the beauty had sung to it
My eyes expect but they seem to be neglected,
Because the beauty is deflected.


Skin and tooth, they don't make the man,
And the beauty understands
The lives collapse into sand, into dust,
But the beauty won't rust.
Foolishly, I eat up her magic and pain,
But still she remains
Only if my heart could reach out and get it,
But the beauty won't let it.