I could not blame him for his fool heart,
Not his love for me nor his parting
That he write me in good spirits or low.

Finding no fault in his intentions,
I suppose I'm content to let him,

We are but two rivers on opposite courses
If we have the same origin, or deposit,
I do not claim to know

I could no more blame him for his fool heart,
Than blame myself for mine.

I want nothing to do with your ill cigarette
Rolled by filthy fingers
Cushioned by pretty, mock-up lips
I just want to lay beside you,
Without tasting your ***** breath
I just want to lay beside you,
Like we're going to live.

Full moon o'er me,
Same sky o'er you

Calm, it holds me like a love song
Spice, your scent wraps me like a love song
But the music, O, it permeates low and sad
For these dreams shall leave me short of waking
The night is all we have,
It stays through the wanting, a pause between a key
The wind shall move with ease, betwixt these
Hollow desires of mine
So gather me close, 'fore the night grows long
Melt within the hope, safe, whole and warm
For once, let not the fates divide us, but entwine.