Ask No More

Question the past no more. Ask why the hour came no more. Take the rose before it dies, And ask no more. Beloved, who told you not to ask How my life is burning down? You pass like mercy over the world, But I am the one they found. I carved a river with my tears, I wore your silence like a crown. If I was once your closest friend, Do not ask where I am now. If you want the secret of the fire, Look straight into the flame. Do not ask the restless wind Why it forgets your name. Ask no more, ask no more, Let the past sleep under the floor. Love is a wound, love is a door, I fall through it asking no more. Ask no more, ask no more, I was yours, but not before. When the roses come back red, Take the hour and ask no more. Do not ask the monk for truth, He hides no gold beneath his lies. Do not ask the empty heart To teach you how the dead arise. Ask the dervish where he goes, Barefoot under ruined skies. But do not ask his torn-up clothes What desire made him wise. If you want the secret of the fire, Kneel close enough to burn. Do not ask the books of men What the broken-hearted learn. Ask no more, ask no more, Let the past sleep under the floor. Love is a wound, love is a door, I fall through it asking no more. Ask no more, ask no more, I was yours, but not before. When the roses come back red, Take the hour and ask no more. Darius fades, Alexander falls, Kingdoms rust behind the walls. Faith is not a golden throne, Love is what remains alone. Beloved, who told you not to ask How my life is burning down? I carved a river with my tears, I wore your silence like a crown. If I was once your closest friend, Do not ask where I am now. Heart grown wise in grief and rain, Do not beg to lose the pain. When the roses breathe again, Take them before they fade again. Question the torch, question the flame, But do not ask the wind my name. If love is fire, let it remain; If love is ruin, bless the rain. Ask no more, ask no more, Let the past sleep under the floor. Love is a wound, love is a door, I fall through it asking no more. Ask no more, ask no more, I was yours, but not before. When the roses come back red, Take the hour and ask no more. Ask no more, ask no more, Let the past sleep under the floor. Love is a wound, love is a door, I fall through it asking no more. Ask no more, ask no more, I was yours, but not before. When the roses come back red, Take the hour and ask no more. Question the past no more. Ask why the hour came no more. Take the rose before it dies, And ask no more. Ask no more. Ask no more.