I am your dying sickle moon I am your circle dance Halloween in the midnight blue has left for you a sliver of a chance to love a wet-lipped, well-lit spectacle in silk and tattered lace hold me in your arms; transcend a darker state of grace Let me under your wing, smoker angel; I'll be good. Let me hear your heartbeat, smoker angel if you would that I would fly with you let me die with you if this isn't to be pursued what in heaven's name will i do? won't I die from lack of you? I am your fading afternoon Your raven on the wing leave behind your twisted halo, boy, just to come and hear me sing Stop that flying 'round and come to me have done with this merry chase! What high time 'twould be to kiss the shadows from your face. Let me under your wing, Smoker Angel; I am cold. I'm not flying off now, Smoker Angel If my heart's too bold, then you'll forgive me here I'll keep you warm and near If your destiny's unclear, go find it I can wait here without fear for you.