Woorden: The New York Room. I Wear Your Ring.

in the empire of the one-eyed King
behind the iron gates of sleep
beyond the reach
of all loss and longing
of all my suffering

in the kingdom of the melancholy
I keen for thee this melody
waiting for your
bell to call me
for you to summon me

keeper of dreams
I wear your ring
with quiet tears I emplore thee
it is with you I long to be

in the empire of the one-eyed King
behind the veils of tears I weep
beneath the swell
of voices singing
of voices yearning

in the sorrow of his majesty
I pray upon my rosary
wishing for your
arms around me
for you to comfort me

keeper of dreams
I wear your ring
with quiet tears I emplore thee
it is with you I long to be