The Canary Trainer

On the trine, fetch the reed

That was drunk of mile and meek

In bittered tears as only cruels sever thee

Yes, I will let you go, I'll let you go

You broke my heart as whole

And leapt unknown and beautiful

Found where there's lilac's brawn

Idylls born of gods

Yet wrecked in man's whole cloth

I would write his calm, I'd even toll

The paper bells of Sunday's crown

In ecstasy and as given what was need

I'd toll the bells of Sunday's crown

You were that fire

That sun on me, yeah

That rooked no shade, but held dream

But then you flailed

As only fools could heather love of thee

To go this alone 'gainst time

Where I would let you go, I'll let you go

You broke my heart as whole

And leaped unknown and beautiful

They'll be no herald's hark

To cleanse a pekid calm in chapels bare and cold

I would author dawn

I'd gladly toll

In ecstasy and as given what was need

To toll such bells and drag such effigies

These paper bells in Sunday's crown

Toll as you

You stood that fire

That sun on me, yeah

Who rooked no shade, but held dream

You were that feast, babe

Containing life and lead

You were that eye that but sees