Another Day

Another Day

The kettle's on, the sun has gone, another day.
She offers me Tibetan tea on a flower tray.
She's at the door, she wants to score.
She really needs to say.

I loved you a long time ago, you know.
Where the wind's own forget-me-nots blow.
But I just couldn't let myself go.
Not knowing what on earth now there was to know.

But I wish that I had 'cause I am feeling so sad.
That I never had one of your children.
When across the room, inside the tomb, a chance has waxed and waned.
The night is young, why are we so hung up in each other's chains?

I must take her and I must make her while the dove domains.
And feel the juice run as she flies.
Run my wings under her sighs as the flames of eternity rise.
To lick us with the first born lash of dawn.

Oh really, my dear, I can't see what we fear.
Standing here with ourselves in between us.
And at the door, we can't say more, than just another day.
And without a sound, I turn around, and walk away.

Songwriters: Harper, Roy