My mind was a mission
And you were the quisling
A treacherous turncoat at best
And I am my left arm
You were the white scar
That lit up when I turned red
You spoke in your sleep
And revealed all your secrets
About your black-minded mother
And dark was the water
That swallowed your father
Til he had to leave you with others
And hosts of angels
Sang as they fell
In unison into their anguish
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Well my love was lacewing
It broke like a plaything
The moment we came into contact
With one another
And I am a dry heave
You were the pet peeve
That I could take or leave
In daylight I fear it
And I'll not go near it
It's cold in my hands like a trigger
For all of my quaking
And my lack of courage
How on earth did you ever figure?
That my heart and my mind
Could even ever play to deliver?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
In meadows of dreaming
Well I saw you leaning
On fenceposts of both
Of our memories
A bird, you were preening
While I was still gleaning
The good from the previous evening
And I am overcome again
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah