Darling, my darling
The music is playing
Until the song is over
You are awake
When the song ends
You'll lose yourself again
You'll know me and the music
But you won't be awake
Hope is a blinded woman
Sitting on top of the world
She listens for a sound
She is awake
A single string on a harp
She longs for its sound
If she frightens its fragility
She cannot remain awake