Enough Rope/Nocturne
Nocturne
ALWAYS I knew that it could not last (Gathering clouds, and the snowflakes flying),Now it is part of the golden past; (Darkening skies, and the night-wind sighing)It is but cowardice to pretend. Cover with ashes our love’s cold crater,—Always I’ve known that it had to end Sooner or later.
Always I knew it would come like this (Pattering rain, and the grasses springing),Sweeter to you is a new love’s kiss (Flickering sunshine, and young birds singing).Gone are the raptures that once we knew, Now you are finding a new joy greater,—Well, I’ll be doing the same thing, too, Sooner or later.