I cherish the days that shall never come, And the sun that will not rise,
But as the stars write out your name, These feelings cannot be lies.
For every day that I wake to you, my life is Made complete,
And all the memories I have of you, never Shall I delete.
Do you hear the buzzard's call, they Hunger for your heart,
But close your ears and think of me, who Was there from finish to start.
Every night I sleep alone, is a night Without moon or star,
On these nights I think of you, but often You are too far.
