Oh, my dear, I’ve swallowed the moon, And left it dark like a ring Burned on a spoon. But now all the stars They fall around you, And land at your feet To light up the room The sign of the times, The rules of the road, And our coat of arms all scream That mercy gets old. But your secret heart, As still as bloom, Waits at the door To light up the room Your bed is a drift, It’s come loose from the floor, The dead float up like dreams I push them back with my arm like an oar. But your face is alive Like a nickel cartoon, Shown on the wall To light up the room The siren on top Of the library wall, The stairs that give way At the end of the hall; The pawnshop pavilion, The newspaper saloon, All burn in your wake And light up the room.