Twilight settles on the fields I hear the birds and bells in the same song What comforts me will be gone within the hour And I'll be waiting by the lamp-pole Is it bliss or misery if what you see is what you believe? Thank the loss of innocence, for things are starting to make sense. If you find them so unkind, I'll keep my thoughts confined to my own mind But don't you trigger me... You know you've lost my heart to the paradise night A message sent to bury dreams No need to tell you what it means And it will stir the hornets deep inside. It's a shame, not a crime Put the lid on our new time Leave the room Things look grim Amputee... I'm your phantom-limb The evening primrose blooms... We used to use it's roots for our blue wine A scented sentiment saturates the night It's almost nine... And I strike a match to set the words alight Such I'll news in a cruel disguise Yes, it's time for me to go You can close the shutters now... And go to sleep in 'our' bed Tomorrow I'll be home Is it bliss or misery if what you see is what you believe? Thank the loss of innocence, for things are starting to make sense. If you find them so unkind, I'll kind my thoughts confined to my own mind But don't you trigger me... You know you've lost my heart to the paradise night