BBC - To Others Than You lyrics

Friend by enemy I call you out. You with a bad coin in your socket, You my friend there with a winning air Who palmed the lie on me when you looked Bra**ily at my shyest secret, Enticed with twinkling bits of the eye Till the sweet tooth of my love bit dry, Rasped at last, and I stumbled and s**ed, Whom now I conjure to stand as thief In the memory worked by mirrors, With unforgettably smiling act, Quickness of hand in the velvet glove And my whole heart under your hammer, Were once such a creature, so gay and frank A desireless familiar I never thought to utter or think While you displaced a truth in the air, That though I loved them for their faults As much as for their good, My friends were enemies on stilts With their heads in a cunning cloud.