When you abandon all manner of me The concrete and angels' ashes With nothing to serve but your own memory Bring them the rain, the last of the tidings Tied to the arrows fired off to love's lost regard Lovers don't love you And silver don't lead to your door? Will you take comfort That you have been taken before? Oh, every intention has paved every path They followed through driftwood and moor. What haunts you the most only lives to outlast; Cast off the best, the rest of all sorrows Left to the gallows, the palace of all that you are. Have I been good to you? Blue in the shadow of gold? Blue in the phrases of letting go Follows in stride flows through the shallow Finds you the deep Feeds you to love's long reprise