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