I tore a piece of the morning,
Right from the eastern sky.
I’m giving it to you
To have till the day that you die.
Tie it on your wrist.
To remember once our sweet bliss.
And look nowhere more
For my love is an open door.
With a room filled with candles
endlessly dancing on the mantel.
And never, my love cinder.
As dust blows when it’s windier.
And my heart will hold your beat.
As star crossed lovers meet.