I have come to lie with you
I have come to die with you

On your padded shoulder and your golden chest
In a wilderness of glass we rest
And all the flowers they are our words
And my chances follow dances
Into a storm afraid

A sweet and bitter rest he gets
A sweet and bitter rest he gets

I have come to lie with you
I have come to die with you

And all the flowers they are our words
And all the flowers they are our words