Nightingale

The last song of a nightingale found me standing on the shore it stored its secrets in my heart guiding me to the one i adore. Take my wounded hand we will walk across the earth collect the treasures from the light and dark to give our love its rebirth. I hear your heartbeat echo in the sunrise, i make contact with infinity in the depth of your eyes, I will sell the nightingales song and buy you the four seasons. Be my own true love my soul is fatigued from supplying you with reasons. The darkness in your soul sinned against the ghostly caroling offspring of the wind, i want to see your loveliness brighten with the night time skies, from the remains of your dreams provide our silence with its alibis. The tides and the sea are waiting for the nightingale to tell our story, with the rays of the sun and moon i will rebuild your heart so it is sensitive when it is light and dark along with the nightingale and her song we will never again be apart.