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 really wants 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, now, there was to know But I wish that I had 'cause I'm feeling so sad That I never had one of your children When 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 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 sighs as the flames of eternity rise To lick us with the first born, the 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 no more than just another day And without a sound I turn around and I walk away