For want of air in a cave
Sometimes death can be heard in a single word
That opens a stairwell to the grave
In a baby's breath is all that's left
Of the hopes and the dreams of the saved
The souls of the blessed are clad in tatters
So that you may call them brave
In a dark room
Here's the reckoning
What is to be revealed must first be fomented
Touchstone, melancholy clown, your secret faith
Is in fact great service to our crown
So I have heard
Passes from my lips to your breast
In a single word
Travels rough, sleeps in the dust
Crosses every line
Sometimes love is like the death
of a little bird
For want of air in a mine
In a dark room
Here's the reckoning
What is to be revealed must first
be fomented
Touchstone, treacherous clown, your secret faith
Is in fact great service to our crown
And sometimes love is like a story
Only you can believe
If this little bird should die
Only I will know to grieve
And if we go in any further
Then we may not be able to breathe
Sometimes love is like the death of a little bird
Pining for some trees
In a dark room
Here's the reckoning
What is to be revealed must first be fomented
Touchstone, trustworthy clown, your secret faith
Is in fact great service to our crown
The river runs with slag
sheared off
Each day at about this time
I begin to cough
She walks cloaked in glory
Like the night
No more will I go a-rovin' with my lord
Until first light
In a dark room
Here's the reckoning
What is to be revealed must first
be fomented
Touchstone, grave clown, your
secret faith
Is in fact great service to our crown
Coal is precious, birds are countless
His eyes are on the sparrow
It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine
And the way back is narrow
Everything is beautiful, especially once you see
That it is all designed to be unseen
Sometimes love is like the death of a little bird
With nary enough air to sing
Sometimes love is like the death of a little bird
With nary enough air to take wing
In the dark room
Here's the reckoning
What is to be revealed is first to be fomented
Touchstone, noble clown, your secret faith
Is in fact great service to our crown
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