you iii

who can lie anymore?

no one gave me what you gave me
no one ever did

my hand is on your ivory neck
you're under me

in your graceful self
my strength is rekindled - you're a fountain

only a liar struts

a man who holds a treasure like you
can't boast of it - should quietly nourish it

the last train left the station with you standing there
atthe back window in the last car

what was i doing while it left
i had the ticket in my pocket - the trip was going to be

the greatest adventure of my life

now i hear the whistle from down a mist filled valley
that train is gone

i fondle the ticket in my coat

and my body disappears into the afternoon grey
cold, mist - i'm disappearing into a dream

at night behind the shutters of my eyes
i turn with you and will forever