Your face is a welcome interlude Like a lift back into school It's all hearts and flowers Love's umpire called time You have taken root in my mind Like a heavenly infection Taking leave of my senses A riot in the heart Come ruin or rapture May we never part A blue mystic light I carry a torch and a pocket guide To the markers of beautiful memories I was given to fits of lost traditions Now I'm living on sealed confessions Oh, such a sweet distress Suspended pipe dreams are touching Revolving and spinning Am I accursed or blessed it's uncertain Oh, I have faith in my bearings A riot in the heart Come ruin or rapture May we never part A blue mystic light I carry a torch and a pocket guide To the markers of beautiful memories