I was better off last night Groaning on the floor. I was a hero in some unrecorded war. But just as Ovid said; The mouth that bears the wound Shall open to a thousand lovers more. Every mouth contains a sigh In each sigh a song. Mine was A Feather Resting on the Breath of God The bird that gave it up is choking on a worm And I can only sigh for his lost song. Over on the other side of the night I will answer to the calling dawn So are you at your best again Since you left your lowland singer? Did he sing his best for you Abandoned Love, Desire too? Did you sing together?