My Dear One - Blake Mills

More endless, I’m certain

More endless, it’s all the same

More endless, nothing is subtle

More or less, everything has changed

In other words, what does it matter?

More or less, the colors born from sight

In other words, to see it clear

More or less, it must be black or white

My dear one, shelter my heart

The sky has grown dark

The sky has grown dark

More or less, it vanished

More or less, without a trace

More or less, her nose was cut off

More or less, to spite her face

My dear one, shelter my heart

My dear one, shelter my heart

Nestle the dark with me

Nestle in the dark

My dear one, shelter my heart

My dear one, shelter my heart

My dear one, shelter my heart

The sky has grown dark

The sky has grown dark