(John Lombardo/Mary Ramsey) Late in the nighttime, met in a dream I was only five in it and you Were probably nineteen You were playing in the capitol Of Washington D.C I walked through corridors pale marble green And then there you were playing 'The Streets of Baltimore' again The fringe upon your coat sleeves Shook like leaves upon a tree Maybe it was all because I played Your records just before Maybe it was something in your voice That called to me again Just like a sweater that wraps around So close to me You stayed with me then Must have been summer porcelain clean The room spread out a dome above me Line of figurines You said it was a song for me Your lamb a wild goose scene Maybe it was all because I played Your records just before Maybe it was something in your voice That called to me again Just like a sweater that wraps around So close to me You stayed with me then I dreamed green darkness Sound filled the room You walked away from me strumming a guitar I fell with you Maybe it was all because I played Your records just before Maybe it was something in your voice That called to me again Just like a sweater that wraps around So close to me You stayed with me then, a nightfall