Fragile, the spark lyrics

Fireworks and where you hurt and ash where you kept a heart.

Sunday-made and iron-paved in ballad since you fell apart.

"Who loves you more than I loves you, Lark?"

"Who loves you more than a spark loves his final hour?"

The wonder age has wonder placed in cups of our gamin.

Silver-plated, platinum-fuse alloys of a chorine fiend.

"Who loves you more than I loves you, Lark?"

"Who loves you more than a spark loves his final hour?"

Anointing with clover.

He's anointing with his breath.

Anointing with dove's milk, benediction.

"Who loves your more than I loves you, Lark?"

"Who loves you more than a spark?"

Pining pastel, chaise ink wells.

From prose we came betrayed.

Pastoral get-wells.

Autumnal farewells.

'Tis easy once you've played.

"Who loves you more than I loves you, Lark?"

"Who loves you more than a spark loves his final hour?"