As I lay there
Suddenly I realised
That the feeling was fleeting
Clearly I can see
Clearly I can see
That the feeling is gone
And it became apparent
That the sensation
Of something drawing nearer
Can be strangely comforting
And that despite my curiosity
I would rather stay put
Suppose it makes me cowardly
That I would rather suspend an idea in the air
Than smell it in perfume
So strange
And ever so unclear
Have I missed the point?
Do I miss the image?
Who plays the horn
Crying for a lover's missing half?
Such thoughts come in waves
Such thoughts come in waves
Drain the blood from my body
Flood the streets with the light of my birth
Throw the dark of my seed
Into the vast and violent waters
As I lay there
Suddenly I realised
That the feeling was fleeting
Clearly I can see
Clearly I can see
That the feeling is gone
Drain the blood from my body
Flood the streets with the light of my birth
Throw the dark of my seed
Into the vast and violent waters