At the deep end of my eyes
There burns by the river a pyre;
In her crumbling bed, wrapped in smoke,
She lies,
While the flames
Dance away;
/
They burn off her skin every hope
And dream,
Which had kept her chest
Rising;
Oh, they must have been dazzling,
For the flames dance and dance!
/
Close those eyes, rise and twirl,
Little girl, burning girl;
Let the world say she’s crazy,
But I call it amazing
One can forget they’re dead,
And dance