If you could ring the sky like a bell   Even such a sound would never suffice   If you could bang the world like a drum   It would only show it was hollow inside      And your love, it slips behind a little cloud   And your eyes are veiled   Is there a medical term for a heart that's been removed?       If you could wring the hours and the days   Of all their lives, I think you would find   That the lovely faces crash like a wave   Upon a shore so frozen and white      And as love, it slips behind that little cloud   The snow is like a feathery down   When your heart has been removed       And as love departs your life   Like silvery birds that leave the coast   Your eyes are as wild and lifeless as the moon