Where The Nightingales Die

In my heart there’s a place where you linger
Soft shoulders where I go to cry.
Theres a crack in a dark shuttered window
And a tree where the nightingales die.

A sliver of fading moonlight
falls soft on a valley of green.
My heart wants to drown
in your pure light
In my room
where true loves never been

I want to light up your faded parlors
If you look you will find me there
I will be wearing a coat of forever
A rose growing wild in my hair.

As you fade in a lonely barroom.
Where men go to die of the blues.
I bring you are two dozen teardrops
To pour on your soul to bloom.