Dragonflies

This is the first you spoke of it

In your black magic house in a cold damp attic

Two windows stare at us like eyes

Behind them December's dark early morning sky

And a couple of dead trees

With their ornamental stars

I thought by now that I figured your head out

Until now I thought I figured your body out

So please help me to understand

Because I love you more than anyone

I wonder in what fields today

You're chasing dragonflies at play

My little lost girl so far away

I wonder in what fields today

You're chasing dragonflies at play

My little lost girl so far away

This is the first you

This is the first you spoke of it

This is the first you

This is the first you spoke of it