Oh, maybe you were free,
Before my blackened wing covered you,
I took the sing from your song
I made a bed,
Where you don’t belong.

Oh, poor me, she fell beneath the wheels to help me up.
Black Sea, I failed to be a light you found in love.
Oh poor me, she fell beneath the wheels to help me up.
Black Sea, the monster killed the melody you loved.

Now I’m going places on my own.

Ben Howard - Esmerelda