| D.A.R.L.I.N.G |
|---|
| Where did you come from |
| You’re no stranger |
| How I know |
| you will return |
| so I won’t be sad |
| In that harbor of a room |
| you’ll find your anchor soon |
| in the parting of our ways |
| may it never happen |
| any way |
| In the highest blackened moon |
| there’d be more life |
| in the right shade of our |
| sighs, Death!, be gone! |
| D.A.R.-L.I-N.G.-.. |
| In that harbor of a room |
| you’ll find your anchor soon |
| in the parting of our ways |
| may it never happen |
| anyway… |
| All of your charms |
| couldn’t keep you from… |
