You keep your counsel so close   I feel no right to ask the questions   That burn in my sky like a Lewes bonfire night   How time makes lovers liars      And all that prettiness   Seems so much blossoms on a wild April day   Beautiful but bound for treading under foot      What price reality?   I'll give it nothing at all   It all seems so true last week   This way, this way is more real   How could I ever feel   I'd be allowed this dream?      I've heard the Nightjar   Have I been cursed?   I left a warm bed of amazed revelations   And lost the way back, dropped the string   Didn't think that I would need it anymore      And now the bed I find myself in    Is haunted by the purring of a Nightjar      And all that prettiness   Seems so much blossoms on a wild April day   Beautiful but bound for treading under foot