you yourself know 
that when I look for beauty 
I do not find it in glory

for the one thing that makes this black earth
worth all this pain and sacrifice
is you 

I love you, I love you, I love you 
that is the song the muses will sing 
whenever I find myself led to the ground below

and I will wait for you
because I swear, someone will remember us
even if it is only through the stars