And must all good things come to an end
then should I lie in your arms for one last time
for if the moon shall not light again on our love
and the pale light quiver your soul
penetrating your heart
and will turn us to stone
for if our love must die
i will peck my eyes
let blindness overcome me.
fear me, my lover
at last I stand tall
kiss the tears in your eyes
brush the star-dust from your hair
and when the sun is gone
come back to me

it's *MY* world you own