Fireworks and where you hurt and ash where you kept a heart
Sunday-made and iron-paved in ballad since you fell apart

Who loves you more than I loves you, Lark
Who loves you more than a spark loves his final hour

The wonder age has wonder placed in cups of our gamin
Silver-plated, platinum-fuse alloys of a chorine fiend

Who loves you more than I loves you, Lark
Who loves you more than a spark loves his final hour

Anointing with clover
He’s anointing with his breath
Anointing with dove’s milk, benediction

Who loves your more than I loves you, Lark
Who loves you more than a spark

Pining pastel, chaise ink wells
From prose we came betrayed
Pastoral get-wells
Autumnal farewells
‘Tis easy once you’ve played

Who loves you more than I loves you, Lark
Who loves you more than a spark loves his final hour