Slow sounds in a room, somewhere
miles out, miles away, unravelling.
...and some song drowns the slow stars away...
as all around in the lightening of the day
stumbling, remembering, like an echo that has died away
here is a sorrow that owns me, here is a sorrow that speaks
speaks in tastes of strange,
tastes of stranger tales that I know,
buried under dazzling frames
so loveless, so aloof and unclaimed
a haunted name, one that drives sleep away...
haunting, so beguiling, such a music that I cry.
...for here is sorrow, sorrow that owns me...