Bed of White

April, April born on MOnday

Smiles in the spring and in my head

See the summer chained to winter

Soon all of the flowers will be dead

Bed of white, jagged stain

You subside, I complain

Nothing's ever really lost that's not already...Gained

Life is something like your lover

Morning, sleeping silent by your side

Wake up, find what's been discovered

Don't close your eyes to find some place to hide

Bed of white, jagged stain

You subside, I complain

Nothing's ever really lost that's not already...Gained