The glimpse I see is the one that looks away

As soon as I turn my heavy, foolish head

The eyes that drown me in familiar sorrow

Like an ill spoken doe, or raven of virtue

Why do I catch them? Why do I stay?

The brain of vivacity feels no dread

The brain of vivacity is one to grow

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For dread is a fools excuse for the truth

Well I am a fool, and I know I must change

But my stubborn reason will walk by again soon

My stubborn reason, my ember, my bane

For any good man’s bane is what he longs for most

And I cannot love her, for she is not mine

And she cannot love me, for I am too wary

I cannot know when her gaze decides

She cannot know how much I harrow me

So why, you craven bastard, why must you love her?

Why, I ask myself, must you torment me so?

She is not mine, and I am not hers

And if she wanted this dance, she’d sing the first note

Then why does she stare?

Maybe it’s true

Maybe the raven knows not how to sing

Somewhere in there

She wants it to be true

Maybe the first note is mine to sing

Oh world, if only you were black and white

Oh ember, my ember, if only I were right