You're Phoebus

who consoles grief

as Greeks lament.

You took by

enchantment

this love of mine.

I beseech you,

even just for a moment...

Please deem fit to attend

to my dear enjoyment

of your radiance divine.

Upon the seas most cruel,

hardships so heavy to tell,

and yet the tears,

they never quite quell

parched throats that seek

their vessel.

Most unfortunately, no

bottled guarantees come to shore.

It would be the death of

my impoverished love

should your heart prove a stone.

You're Phoebus

who so consoles this Greek lament.

You took by

enchantment

this love of mine.

I beseech you---

just you heed for a moment!

Please deem fit to attend

to my dear enjoyment

of your radiance divine.

Upon the seas most cruel,

hardships so heavy to tell,

and when I dock on coasts novel,

I sleep in Heartbreak Hotel.

Most unfortunately, no

bottled guarantees come to shore.

It would be the death blow,

my journey's fallen road,

should your heart prove a stone.

These cruel thousandfold...

I'll never (go) love anymore,

but you're the key to this

prison cell.

Captive is my heart, as well.

Most unfortunately, no

bottled guarantees come to shore.

It would be the death blow,

my journey's fallen road,

should your heart prove a stone.