If I gained such pleasure With someone to measure How much I had to forget The lights go dim And just for a whim I'd having nothing to regret If I gained such pleasure With someone to measure How much I had to regret The lights go dim And just for a whim I'd having nothing to forget When the light comes crawling Through the creases of wooden floors When the mist comes seeping Between spaces of open doors When the gleam comes crashing Through the blue diaphanous glass You know things will soon come to pass If I gained such pleasure With someone to measure How much I had to forget The lights go dim And just for a whim I'd having nothing to regret If I gained such pleasure With someone to measure How much I had to regret The lights go dim And just for a whim I'd having nothing to forget