The Clement Songtext

The clement was a plagiarist. She poisoned wine with others bliss.
You preferred her fertile ships.
O the embers burn on in the night. The ashes billow up to the sky.
The Love to soak you wounds is folly.
I thought the fight quite extraordinary. For you to have eloquently come to me to say,
"The dream falls on its knees before the gowns of such tease."

Because no one bares a resemblance to the night.

And even your romance for the dark life with concede defeat as drunkeness recedes with sleep.