If you could ring the sky like a bell Even such a sound would never suffice If you could bang the world like a drum It would only show it was hollow inside And your love, it slips behind a little cloud And your eyes are veiled Is there a medical term for a heart that's been removed? If you could wring the hours and the days Of all their lives, I think you would find That the lovely faces crash like a wave Upon a shore so frozen and white And as love, it slips behind that little cloud The snow is like a feathery down When your heart has been removed And as love departs your life Like silvery birds that leave the coast Your eyes are as wild and lifeless as the moon