Exeunt

I was all alone, we were young, you were like wine

Heady as the fog rolling in o'er the hillside

Lovely as the song in the air as the wind blows

Opiate as the cold of the frost on the windows

Lo, the rose has gone from my eyes, so deceiving

So, my little dove, I'm afraid I am leavingNow, I am not the fool I was when I was younger

Crocodile eyes, I have seen how you hunger

Fluttering your lashes like ashes and embers

Warm and bright as fire devouring timber

No, I cannot trust what you say when you're grieving

So, my love, I'm sorry but still I am leavingEven when you hunt me with ire, relentless

Batter down my door when you find me defenseless

I will not abide all your raging and reaving

I have set my mind and my will, I am leaving