And I hack sorrow to my mind As a mother to her breast a still-born child And of my nights I make black paper roses And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons I love the silver of your gold I love the gentle of your day I love the unexpected tender of your way I even love the sudden winters of your May. And of my nights I make black paper roses And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons I watch and listen to the song Of how you loved me once, but not for long Yet in your absence I would love you once again It helps to ease my mind and takes away the pain. And of my nights I make black paper roses And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons And of my nights I make black paper roses And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons