When solace draws your rags aside
And laid my across my bed
Its weaker mess? is general from
The lips that I once fed
Burn your presence on me
With your condescending fling?
Won't you help me call the land
Into the dawning
And so my mystic soul?
As you flinch your knowing smile
Lick my wounds to sooth me
But you're laughing all the while
Just what is the purpose of
This memory for me
As we coax this old charade into
the dawning
Seven times I service her
Each night inside my head
Taste her breath upon his sweet
As roses ruby red
Give to me the thorns I know
That's all there is to see
Choke them now with wine and wash away
The dawning