I ache for you my Babylon,
to dance in your familiar arms.
Away from you, I sleep at night
and dream beneath your ghostly sight.

Your eyes return to haunt me,
two pools within the forest deep,
two heralds speaking promises,
the heart may make,
but souls must keep.

You doom me, Babylon.
I run to you not knowing where you are,
still lost in time,
to seek what's mine,
in syncopated ragtime rhyme.

I'll find you, Babylon.
I'll find you in a thousand tries,
then steal you to the land of ice.