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