My Favorite Thing

Got my fever down, and weighed it up, and I know the Sounds remaining won't strain all the silt from my eyes Bleach the green from the pastures, feast on the grey Of the night, straight from the vines refusal to shine You're my favourite thing - one that I love one so I'd die for your love Blind the deafened moon, stimulate the tombs of angels I'll open my heart won't fall apart Don't fall apart You're my favourite thing And I feel like letting go