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's want's to score, she really needs to say:
   "I once loved you a long time ago, you know
   Where the winds own forget-me-nots blow, you know
   But I couldn't let myself go
   Not knowing what on earth there was to know
   But I wish that I had, 'cause it makes me so sad
   that I never had one of your children."
   Across the room, inside a tomb, a chance is waxed and waned
   The night is young, why are we so hung-up, in each other's chains
   I must take her, I must make her, while the dove domains
   See 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
   With ourselves, sat here between us
   And at the door, we can't say more, than just another day
   Without a sound, I turn around, and I walk away