With bags beneath these weary eyes
And memories of dead end skies
Where not a cloud was ever far from view
How was it greetings led us to a desolate adieu?

And waking with your phantom lost
To circumstances and their cost
Where what I had to pay I never thought
Nor did I ever wonder what it was I should’ve bought

Instead of what I chose to choose
By giving what I lost to lose
As if a ring I fitted in a dream
While hoping it would rest upon the finger of a queen

A copper crown I put to flame
As if it were an absent name
But even then the emeralds never burned
And so I chose to see it as an omen for a heart to be returned