New York Room I Wear Your Ring
In the empire of the one-eyed King
behind iron gates of sleep
beyond the reach
of all loss and longing
of all my suffering
In the kingdom of the melancholy
I keen for thee this melody
waiting for your
bell to call me
for you to summon me
Keeper of dreams
I wear your ring
with quiet tears I emplore thee
it is with you I long to be
In the empire of the one-eyed King
behind the veils of tears I weep
beneath the swell
of voices singing
of voices yearning
In the sorrow of his majesty
I pray upon my rosary
wishing for your
arms around me
for you to comfort me
Keeper of dreams
I wear your ring
with quiet tears I emplore thee
it is with you I long to be
