Richard H. Kirk Follow

With clipper ships and pink electric trees
Dawnlight on a skyline bridges' span
Street light on a rooftop memory

Then it was me and spring came
Playing a song of spring rain
A melody in your name

Night now comes much bluer than it used to be
The pink nun sings much sadder than before
She sings that sometimes things aren't what they seem to be
Like moons reflected on the sixteenth floor

Love is no more, it's ended
Paper and pins won't mend it
Even the moon pretended

There must be a reason, oh, there must be one
Keep your answers, let me find my own
Where do pretty stories get their endings from
If loving always leaves you all alone?

Kisses have shown me sorrow
Love is a throne to borrow
Pay for the loan tomorrow

With clipper ships and pink electric trees
Dawnlight on a skyline bridges' span