Out of rhythm, out of time
Full of fear, full of rhyme
Days lost in the clouds
Days of crooked sighs
Fortune telling of one star-crossed lover
Cursed with frozen eyes
Too much to untangle
To sleep to dream
Of passion’s release
Things aren’t as they seem
Sweet enchanter or dark lord
Dark and light seem to fight
Though the battlefield can’t be found
Still it rages though days of night
Lover calls for true blue
But cries lost in the din
If she only knew
of now way back then
Careless with the deadliest of weapons
3 sacred words to cast the spell
Power to banish to the heights of heaven
Or the depths of hell
Powerless as he stands above her
She tries to hide away
Gather her strength
To fight this another day
Can never seem to find her feet
When he comes near
The best she ever can do
Stand on hands and knees
Looking up into blue