Old Man Luedecke - The Drawing Near lyrics

Well here she come, bohemian amba**ador And like a fool, I went and made a pa** at her The golden rule, she came and made a pa** at me And I couldn't let her be I followed her, through half a dozen dingy bars To watch her dance, in striped socks and silk scarves And oh the chance for poor little beery me Did anything but set me free 'Cause darker still than any night The first great terror of love's sweet light The barren wastes of abject fear Make you ready for the drawing near Well Montreal, doesn't matter much at all I studied books, I ate falafel, learned to cook And even youth can't tip the apple cart of truth I was a hermit in a kissing booth She tried to run, to run so far away from me I rushed too much, and scared her like a such and such The wild wind howled through our hearts and through our heads Till love made we's of me's 'Cause darker still than any night The first great terror of love's sweet light The barren wastes of abject fear Make you ready for the drawing near On the other side of thoughts so dire I have found the burning fire on the other side of thoughts so dire, I have found the fire-oh I have found the fire Well hearts combine but there's no reason there's no rhyme I fell for you and every little thing you do You're poor like me, but educated splendidly In no small way we're free 'Cause darker still than any night The first great terror of love's sweet light The barren wastes of abject fear Make you ready for the drawing near Make you ready for the drawing near Make you ready for the drawing near