Learnt a lesson Now a blessing comes Along with dim revelations And I am numb Dizzier than I've been
Death caresses Sweeter than your tongue It's hard to grasp what you'd become Those days are gone I wonder what's that between
Between your eyes and the door Tales of future and yore Between in and away Between youth and decay
(You're rising I'm getting old)
I'm getting old... The sound of prayer contains no honesty What's in the air ain't no poetry Why can't your loving be mute and pure Why can't your loving fruit Why can't your loving grow
Love is not something small Drawing a line between you and divine