My love she speaks secretly When everyone’s full of sleep By metaphor, under mist’ry When the only sound comes from the creep I watch her lying there While my conscience grows And I strike her soft hair Crownlike as it flows
My love she laughs endlessly When the wings of truth unfold When everybody is sleepy, And when the slumbers are waxed in gold. The road outside is quiet The night it’s ours Nearby the lampposts’light Slowly drift the hours.
My love she never blinks Looking straight at you, at me Still I just can’t guess what she thinks The truth is best hidden in plain see. When she waves with the bed ‘N’ whispers of her dreams, I ignore what she said, She takes my head and screams.
My love she’s a broken mirror Tell her about wealth and fame About colors, secrets and fears For her, it’s only and all the same ; She beholds shades and rain She can sneeze the moon That folds under our train Can make love to a spoon.
My love she lies in my room But I’m wanted on the street Restless then all absent and doom There’s the world breathing upon my feet. Sounds from the opp’site loft And storm in my minds I am fading off In her delicate lines.
My love she’s a shoeless debter She owes nothing to no one She only takes what pleases her And then sails away likewise the swan. I feed me on herself I’m thirsty, hungry I wait on her bookshelf To devour that body.
My love she loves like the fog All around you at the shore, Tender and faithful like the dog She disappears ‘s soon you ask for more. Oh! and she’s so heavy Spread your legs more, love Turn again on me Let’s try with you above.
My love she’s like some sparrow Full of feather while she sings Softly for us and the pillow, She’s the master of time when she swings. The fire burns brightly But not as my love Although she has left me To fly with the doves.