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 of forget-me-nots blow, oh
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
And that I never had one of your children"
From across the room, inside a tomb, a chance is waxed and waned
The night is young, why are we so hung up in each other's chains?
I must take her, and I must make her, while the dove domains
And feel the juice run as she flies
Run my wings under her thighs
As the flames of eternity rise
To lick us with the firstborn, lash of dawn
Oh really my dear, I can't see what we fear
Sat here with ourselves, in-between us here
We meet at the door, we can't say more than just "Another day"
And without a sound, I turn around and I walk away
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 of forget-me-nots blow, oh
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
And that I never had one of your children"
From across the room, inside a tomb, a chance is waxed and waned
The night is young, why are we so hung up in each other's chains?
I must take her, and I must make her, while the dove domains
And feel the juice run as she flies
Run my wings under her thighs
As the flames of eternity rise
To lick us with the firstborn, lash of dawn
Oh really my dear, I can't see what we fear
Sat here with ourselves, in-between us here
We meet at the door, we can't say more than just "Another day"
And without a sound, I turn around and I walk away
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