Another Day

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 i'm feeling 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