This is a story that happened long ago
I never thought love would ever find me
Only infernal pain and woe
Weeping and wailing
Saw gold and could not drink*
Sonambulance eased the sea of questions
A sea of trouble brings

And then the breeze whispered your name
Long enough to hear it
Trees whispered the same
What I must do is follow you

Into the water and all the way to sea
Little fishes and eels and frogs dive after
So careless and so free
Must I abide now
Against the glassy stream?
To wake or to sleep, remain forever
The strangest lily seen
And then the breeze whispered your name
Long enough to hear it
Trees whispered the same
What I must do is follow you

* Season In Hell, Rimbaud