You wore my coat made of salmon skin I wore the veil spun from spider silk I wasn't sure if you would let me in But you drank the last drop of the stuff that I spilled And slyly, I take my leave And finely, finally, you trace the edge ♪ From California, you sent me a photo of The water reflecting in the cove where you got lost From the dusty valley on the grounds of the monastery I called you across continents, not considering the cost And slyly, I take my leave And finely, finally, you trace the edge And slyly, I take my leave And finely, finally, you trace the edge