Love pass me
Leaving nude town
Not too many three boys paring
Mute empty bars
A wasted wine winter
And love pass me
No beauty in flower
Rusting almost to powder
Resting on high hills
And I on low land
Love pass me
Beckoning on an eager door
Standing looking lost
Wearing golden ring and a wedded face
And bushy warm stair cases
Loan to life long ago
Love pass over me
Fading away like every night mare
Breaking into silver every bond
When none showed up
Love in disguise pass me