If God's work is planned
And I stand here with a man who talks to me so candidly?
More than I'd choose.

My lips at once are rouged.
I feel again the blues of longing, ever longing, to be confused

He wrote me a letter
Saying he would love me better
Than my poor son's begetter 
 [bad word] 

Spoke of love like hunger
He at once was younger, younger ever younger, in my hunger for a muse

Finest man that I've seen ever since my eyes have been
But his honesty did gleam me blind

Keep your thoughts from sight
Follow me into the night
And you can call on me when you need the light

You know what I need
Why won't you give it me?
Must I fall down at your feet and plead?

Don't you be scared of me
I'm nothing but the beast
And I'll call on you when I need to feast