Past All Remembrance With You

O I'm looking for something, past all remembrance Cutting through a field like a plough, I hear a church bell? an old crow like a harpsichord… furrow… after… furrow… until—I hit. An old solidified, bough! that is no longer! no longer! the yolk of an acorn. No longer! a green sapling, spire! oh, honey… oh, honey… oh, honey… how do we choose a bow? a sapling yew! here… here… here… there is only some old bog-oak …remains, a black ore kindling… where some scarlet red dragons long since died scorch the ground praying to be unearthed and put to flames… in a clearing… for pastures—new! Oh honey… Oh I'm looking for… Oh, I'm looking for… Oh, I'm looking for something, almost mystical in you! Oh, I'm looking for… a knight to rescue …my heart …again. To the sound of armour! to the sound of a church bell that same old same with… you! O I'm looking for something, past all remembrance with… you!