In the Opium of Black Veil

I think that life is not only this touchable, fugitive
 Which, though so beautyfull, passes away so quickly
 You used to stand behind me, I felt warm touch, heat, passion
 I looked back to embrace you
 And I saw hot purple, garden in bloom
 Woman with a secret flower in hair
 Every day with her was a secret unknown for me
 And when I saw her scarlet flower in her hair
 And a raven in the sky
 I thought the raven is only a bad sign
 And when you danced among the flowers, high grass, bloomy
 meadows
 I rised to the sky to blow away stormy clouds
 Watching her warming up in imagined flames
 I saw as she flew up in the night - as a bird
 I fly up into the abbys of the air
 And I hear the voice of the woman, so warm, so close, so painful
 I dream you stand behind me, I feel warm touch, heat, passion
 I look back to embrace you and I see
 Icy blackness, deadly nothing