I watched your heart go out in a blaze
in a wave of dying embers
I left your heart to waver on the wind
ash’s to ash’s
I leave you in the dust
tears making hearts turn to rust
as time ticks by
and lovers cry
All passions run away
with river deep and a Devils pride
gray trees have no hearts
and the sycamore tree leaves nothing but white ash
as a heart bleeds
It ran like a velvety bleeding cake.
Dripping and oozing
on the floor.
Heart lingers once more on the limb of the sycamore tree.
White ash is a tree that ones had bark of brown and green.
Bleed for me my lost lovers heart.
As your lips no longer kiss my own.
Such lovers are these,
that hang from the sycamore trees.