Every thing a secret. Every thing a taste. Bright eyes shining in the dark, and not a crumb to waste. Every thing a scent. Every thing a touch. A shadow streaking cross the floor to hide beneath the hutch. Thistledown and fallen crowns. The pinion from a starling. All ruby lips and lullabies, he'll tell you lies, my darling. Every thing a secret. Every thing a taste. Bright eyes shining in the dark, and not a crumb to waste.