The kettle's on the sun
Has gone another day
She oiffers me Tibetan tea on a flower tray
She's at the door she wants to score
She really needs to say
I loved you a long time ago you know
Where the wind's own forget-me-nots blow
But I just couldn't let myself go
Not knowing what on earth there was to know
But I wish that I had 'cause I'm feeling so sad
That I never had one of your children
Across the room inside the tomb
A chance has waxed and waned
The night is young
Why are we so hung up in each other's jeans
I must take her
I must make her while the dove domains
And feel the juice run as she flies
Run my wings under her sighs
As the flames of eternity rise
To lick us with the first born lash of dawn
Oh really my dear I can't see what we fear
Standing here with ourselves in between us
And at the door
We can't say more than just another day
And without a sound I turn around and walk away