On the Insufficiency of Words

Lying beneath my jealous sun, I'm burning bright
I ask your lonely moon to shine for two tonight
And say: "Star-sick love, warm him with my day"
In distance and in shifting winds, you slowly fade away

Little words are all that we have
Breathing love to the in-between
Send them on by light of the moon
To haunt him with magic and poetry

Why all the silence when our pulse is running deep
I sigh a simple phrase to kiss you in your sleep
Tie it up, send it in a song
For you, for us, the story and the memory to live on

Little words are all that we have
Breathing love to the in-between
Send them on by light of the moon
To haunt him with magic and poetry