I lift my lids and all is born again.

       (I think I made you up inside my head.)

   The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,

And arbitrary blackness gallops in:

   I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

       I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed

   And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

    God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:

       Exit seraphim and Satan's men:

    I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,

   But I grow old and I forget your name.

       (I think I made you up inside my head.)

   I should have loved a thunderbird instead;

At least when spring comes they roar back again.

   I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.