My spirit rises
Off the plate in front of me
And it drifts over
To the space where she waits
She speaks a language
Distilled by time
To nothing more than
Elbow and wink
Let in the light
But obstruct my view
Obstruct my view
Let in the light
But obstruct my view
Let in the light
But obstruct my view
But obstruct my view
But obstruct my view
But obstruct my view (obstruct my view)
Let in the light
But obstruct my view
But obstruct my view
But obstruct my view
But obstruct my view
