Roy Harper, 1970 - Another Day | Текст песни

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• Roy Harper, 1970
• Another Day

The kettle's on, the sun has gone,
Another day,
She offers me Tibetan tea on a flower tray,
She's at the door, she wants to score,
She dearly needs to say.

I loved you a long time ago, you know,
Where the winds own forget-me-nots blow,
But I just couldn't let myself go,
Not knowing what on earth there was to know.
But I wish that I had 'cause I'm feeling so sad,
That I never had one of your children.

And across the room inside a tomb,
A chance is waxed and wanes,
The night is young, why are we so hung up
In each others chains,
I must take her and I must make her,
While the dove domains.

And feel the juice run as she flies,
Run my winds under her sighs,
As the flames of eternity rise,
To lick us with the first born lash of dawn.

Oh really my dear I can't see what we fear
Sat here with ourselves in between us.

And at the door we can't say more,
Than just another day,
And without a sound,
I turn around,
And I walk away.

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