Nightjar کے بول

You keep your counsel so close I feel no right to ask the questions That burn in my sky like a Lewes bonfire night How time makes lovers liars And all that prettiness Seems so much blossoms on a wild April day Beautiful but bound for treading under foot What price reality? I'll give it nothing at all It all seems so true last week This way, this way is more real How could I ever feel I'd be allowed this dream? I've heard the Nightjar Have I been cursed? I left a warm bed of amazed revelations And lost the way back, dropped the string Didn't think that I would need it anymore And now the bed I find myself in Is haunted by the purring of a Nightjar And all that prettiness Seems so much blossoms on a wild April day Beautiful but bound for treading under foot