The kettle's on, the sun has gone, another day She offers me, Tibetan tea, on a flower tray She's at the door, she want's to score, she really needs to say: "I loved you a long time ago, you know Where the winds of forget-me-nots blow, oh But I just couldn't let myself go Not knowing what on earth, there was to know But I wish that I had, 'cause I'm feeling so sad That I never had one of your children." From across the room, inside a tomb, a chance is waxed and waned The night is young, why are we so hung-up, in each others chains I must take her, and I must make her, while the dove domains And feel the juice run as she flies Run my wings under her sighs As the flames of eternity rise To lick us with the first born, lash of dawn Oh really my dear, I can't see what we fear Sat here with ourselves, in-between us We meet at the door, we can't say more, than just another day And without a sound, I turn around, and I walk away