From the recording Through the Night


Uncanny lips land on my shoulder
Promises of southern bliss
She turns to tell me it's too late for us to win

Just see her now
I stop and think will she be mine or just another one who holds her?

Conversations through the night
Trying to understand the rhythm of desire
We believe in the mystery of light

New feelings now from what I've told her
Opens up and leads me down
The road I've come across too many times before

Now the morning has come
I've come around but she's through with me