Attics of My Life

In the attics of my life

Full of cloudy dreams; unreal

Full of tastes no tongue can know

And lights no eye can see

When there was no ear to hear

You sang to meI have spent my life

Seeking all that's still unsung

Bent my ear to hear the tune

And closed my eyes to see

When there were no strings to play

You played to meIn the book of love's own dreams

Where all the print is blood

Where all the pages are my days

And all my lights grow oldWhen I had no wings to fly

You flew to me

You flew to me