The Healing

Where is the whisper, the sweetened perfume
Of the lilac? the sycamore tree?
Where will I find a mortal so kind as to keep all this treasure for me
And I see the bird from my youth and I heard it say that nothing is free

And I'll sleep in your midnight choir
Dream like a storm
I will break beneath your sky, thick with stars
Have you healed or ruined me?

The moon, it is dressed to enchant and it swept this heart right into the sea
Where it abides by the charge of the tides, forever longing for thee
Your beauty, it breaks this old heart and it makes a jealous fool out of me

Your midnight choir
Dream like a storm
I will break beneath your sky, thick with stars
You have healed, you've ruined me



Credits
Writer(s): Maggie Pope
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