You nearly have me singing like the loon
the wicked hour before the dawn arouses
with early rays that draw across my bridal bed
Always comes as a surprise
Always intruding much too soon
A grave alarm to pull us from the fever dream
And if I would I'd live alone
I never would and never will
And so it is that I return to him
Every day I tear a bit
From myself and from the one I love
And from the other one I love
And with each tear another stitch
There's always something new to fix
Till blazing flames
burn it all to pitch
Through the wreckage through the fall
Will I meet you this familiar way
Would I still keep you
Could I suffer you to stay
Through the blackened air and all
Will I meet you this familiar way
Will I still keep you?
You must not ask me today.