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'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