This Eve of Parting

It's hard to think this eve of parting
 Turns to sand of summer gone
 When both our minds are warped with parting
 Break the thought of nights alone
 
 Maybe I should turn in silence
 Tell myself I didn't care
 Curse the thought of your existence
 Loving every flaxon hair
 
 Flesh cries out, "Don't move don't leave me"
 Conscience runs till out of breath
 Sunrise pregnant with your leaving
 Creeping in like certain death
 The pattern of the bird of love
 That's wheelin' on its dizzy way
 Tears me down to basic sorrow
 Useless for another day
 It's hard to think this eve of parting
 Turns to sand of summer gone
 When both our minds are warped with parting
 Break the thought of nights alone
 
 Flesh cries out, "Don't move don't leave me"
 Conscience runs till out of breath
 Sunrise pregnant with your leaving
 Creeping in like certain death