Was the victim a child
That lends his hands
To the tongues of unborn dream no birds in flight

That by the silent moons
Of a dying word
As I talk tomorrow then to write

What is it that is left
For the blushing cheek
To bleed the lips of a blooming rose

Where love has eyes as black
As Summer crows
Back the blackened rose of the sea

What has not been taken by our lover's greed?
What has not been taken by our lover's greed?

What then from
Of the violet sea
On the fragrant air of Spring they feed

They come as one to two
Like me and you
Frightened by the love that they need

What has not been taken by our lover's greed?
What has not been taken by our lover's greed?

On and on they come
Forever saying I will die without you
In the chasm of these eyes
Nothing satisfies their intent starry eyes and ???

Can't get enough of it
Can't get enough
Can't get enough of it
Can't get enough

Why is it then
My precious star
While your wondrous eyes I shake

When maybe this world is ours to take

What has not been taken by our lover's greed?
What has not been taken by our lover's greed?
What has not been taken by our lover's greed?