Mourning Glories open only after noon begins;
The open and the broken have begun to blend again
They freeze a shape about the nape
Of nectar and of knee;
They leave a sleeve, they weave a grieve
For mourning's never free

Mourning Glories open only after noon begins;
The open and the broken have begun to blend again
They freeze a shape about the nape
Of nectar and of knee;
They leave a sleeve, they weave a grieve
For mourning's never free

Mourning's never free...
Mourning's never free

Mourning's never free
Mourning's... never free