November moon Camellias outside my bedroom Hysteria lying in hot sheets beside me I don't doubt the morning will kill us dead And I'm smoking, I don't even like cigarettes I burn with the lit tip, a deep red The crushed wave will roll back and try again I'm sorry I let you down Dusk come, the scars aligned on our necks Our cheeks collide with the embrace My lip bit to pieces with your name I'm sorry I let you down So the heron stirs, awake to the madness of this world To flight with the great wing of the universe We're a mass of fumbling time Though I never, no I never did break through to find you I know at least I tried to Perhaps that's enough for now I'm sorry I let you down