I wore the dark
I watched the lights undress the mark
The weight of spring
The darkness brings
I called for grace
In a lover’s loss, in a distant face
As years were spent
And hearts were bent
Hearts were bent
I close my eyes to the sound of spring
What is there to see
In the songs they bring?
The way the darkness runs
Love will never change
The morning sun
I felt the doubt
Of a better man who had fallen out
And spring was bold
As hearts turned cold
Hearts turned cold
But the songs they bring?