Darkest night, candlelight. Your hands were soft, your skin too pale. White on white, I had to turn away. From your light. . I could see you laugh at me.
Miss Melancholy. She sits alone for hours and hours. And never smells the lotus flowers. Miss Melancholy. High up in her frosty tower. . Can't even hear the honey bees.
My heart is aching whenever I'm with you. You turned me inside out and I don't know what to do. A tempting treat is tearing me apart. The taste of fruit is melting my heart.