You nearly have me singing like the loon The wicked hour before the dawn arouses With early rays that draw across my bridal bed Always comes as a surprise Always intruding much too soon A grave alarm to pull us from the fever dream And if I would I'd live alone I never would and never will And so it is that I return to him Every day I tear a bit From myself and from the one I love And from the other one I love And with each tear another stitch There's always something new to fix Till blazing flames burn it all to pitch Through the wreckage, through the fall Will I meet you this familiar way Would I still keep you Could I suffer you to stay Through the blackened air and all Will I meet you this familiar way Will I still keep you You must not ask me today