The lacquer is creeping into the mirror And you saw enough You saw me lost and wandering and You saw enough By candlelight you're offering me A halo of sun Don't have the heart to go puncturing it That sacred door With a love With a love With a love With a pride With a pride With a pride With a love With a love With a love The winds have blown and I'm sorry for me Winds have blown I'm sorry for me And the winds have blown Winds have blown inside me Don't linger upon the joy that's in me It's just a naked ghost Not hard for the boy that's long up in me I'm just the host They are the They are the they Me not they Me not they they They are the quiet few They are the they are the they Me not they me not they they They are the quiet few Walk away, walk away! Walk away, walk away! Walk away, walk away! Run away, run away! Run away, run away!