The kettle's on
The sun has gone
Another day

She offers me
Tibetan Tea
On a flower tray

She's at the door
She wants to score
She dearly needs to say

I loved you a long time ago, you know
Where the winds 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

From across the room
Inside a tomb
chance has waxed and waned

The night is young
Why are we so hung
In each others' chains?

I must take her
And I must make her
While the dove's domain

And feel the [bad word] as she flies [bad word] 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 see more
Than just another day

And without a sound
I turn around
And I walk away