(This is off of "Gift Horse.")

A melancholy ghost moves outside your window,
Certain that brushing back your curtain and dancing through the leaves reminds you of your first love, who held you warm and tender, and gently asked you to surrender to the honeysuckle breeze.

Now do you see his face, love, in the shadows and the sunlight'
He held his tongue to still the dark night, now he's whispering through the trees to remind you of your first love, the days before your winter when you breathed the sweet, sweet splendour of the Honeysuckle Breeze.

Far away, far away you've wandered,
Soon forgot the one who loves you still,
In the ruins of the precious gifts you've squandered,
Rise again, breath again, his will.

Come away, come away, sweet darling, while the scent of love's still drifting on the wind,
Your lover knows your hungry heart's still starving for the gentle one who bids you come to him.

A melancholy ghost moves outside your window,
Certain that brushing past your curtain, dancing through the leaves, will remind you of your first love, who held you warm and tender, and gently asked you to surrender to the honeysuckle breeze,
And gently asked you to surrender to the honeysuckle breeze.