Is she really a daisy?
Corner of the world
And your nearest cross?
This was my proud,
Your Sun of apocalypses,
Betray a lamb
In me,
And nothing else,
And bell will ring
In your wedding night.
I’m terrified,
I’m really terrified
For she is in love with you,
For you is loved by her.
Unless she loves you
And this love will boil
To blood of mine.