Text: The New York Room. Chasing The Horizon.

will you be
my misery?
heart in heart
hand in hand
black on black

promise me
that you will be
hope on hope
hurt on hurt
grief on grief

swear to me
my dear and sweet
Marian
Lorelei
Angeline

how the stars they hum
and multiply, mystify
sad and long their hymn
and you and I
we are weary and wondering
chasing their song across the sky
their lullaby

make believe
you are here with me
day and night
bruised and torn
broken down