My mind was a mission And you were the quisling A treacherous turncoat at best And I am my left arm You were the white scar That lit up when I turned red You spoke in your sleep And revealed all your secrets About your black-minded mother And dark was the water That swallowed your father Til he had to leave you with others And hosts of angels Sang as they fell In unison into their anguish Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Well my love was lacewing It broke like a plaything The moment we came into contact With one another And I am a dry heave You were the pet peeve That I could take or leave In daylight I fear it And I'll not go near it It's cold in my hands like a trigger For all of my quaking And my lack of courage How on earth did you ever figure? That my heart and my mind Could even ever play to deliver? Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah In meadows of dreaming Well I saw you leaning On fenceposts of both Of our memories A bird, you were preening While I was still gleaning The good from the previous evening And I am overcome again Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah