The greener grass of yearning
Has but kept the lovesick burning

There's a citadel of hope
Beyond a field of 10-foot walls
Where I can hear the cherub calls
For me to cross the circus rope
For there's a lonely wind that blows
Inside my kingdom's stale air
And it's the colour of her hair
And I just feel it never goes

Who'dve known the world was flat
Inside the longing of his hat

There is a stormcloud of Elation
That will not finish my painting
For I feel the canvas tainting
Paints peel off without relation
There's a vast desert of longing
Where all the beauty in the land
Has just been buried in the sand
With all the treasures of belonging

The wait will be a thousand years
And in between a thousand tears