The Confines of the Day

Oh, envious stars

Do not lead our hearts astray

For the moon would keep us circling

'Til we fell into the grave

And the sun would scorch and scold us

For dreaming on her time

The clouds would cry on our shoulders

For every time we've lied

The trees would whisper mad thoughts

Passed on from the wind

Who carried them for ages

Across temperamental oceans

Oh, envious stars

Do not remind me of the day

Burn swift and ever brighter

That the sun won't dare to stay

For the night comes, and brings her love

Her shadows and her orchestras

Her open-armed invitation

To satisfy our lust

And the trees would sing with reverie

And the moon would glisten happily

The oceans would dance rhythmically

And your audience would never sleep

Outside the confines of the day.