Another Lullaby for Insomniacs

Sleep, she will not linger: She turns her moon-cold shoulder. With no ring on her finger, You cannot hope to hold her. She turns her moon-cold shoulder And tosses off the cover. You cannot hope to hold her: She has another lover. She tosses off the cover And lays the darkness bare. She has another lover. Her heart is otherwhere. She lays the darkness bare. You slowly realize Her heart is otherwhere. There's distance in her eyes. You slowly realize That she will never linger, With distance in her eyes And no ring on her finger.

nulla quies, tibi nequaquam tua cara manebit: ~~annulus in digito, spes retinere, vacat. stragula iacta iacent, umerus quasi luna rigescit: ~~alter amator obest: spes retinere vacat. stragula iacta iacent, stat nuda cubilibus umbra: ~~flebile paulatim percipis exitium. cor procul hinc refugit, patet en! absentia ocellis : ~~annulus in digito deest: retinere nequis.