Learnt a lesson
Now a blessing comes
Along with dim revelations
And I am numb
Dizzier than I've been
Death caresses
Sweeter than your tongue
It's hard to grasp what you'd become
Those days are gone
I wonder what's that between
Between your eyes and the door
Tales of future and yore
Between in and away
Between youth and decay
(You're rising
I'm getting old)
I'm getting old...
The sound of prayer contains no honesty
What's in the air ain't no poetry
Why can't your loving be mute and pure
Why can't your loving fruit
Why can't your loving grow
Love is not something small
Drawing a line between you and divine