Went to the waters, coming

Again like the very first time

I'm finding it hard to recall the crossing

And where in the world did we go?

When you say fine form is on it's way

I am almost fine

But in magic hour I'm thrown to the sound

Of a

Of a field sigh, divine, divine

At the moment the absence, the roads

All the symmetry falls from the sides

It's the curl in his hair and his falcon eyed stare

He is more than a woman to me

Where we sleep it's good

Pulling images out of the sky

A tapestry for me to cover my eyes

When the sun is out

Foreign fields hold me so fondly

I fade into doing right

But the smallest road is so proud

The texture, your face

, divine, divine

In a moment the absence, the roads all the sights

And the symmetry falls from the side

It's the curl in his hair and his falcon eyed stare He is more than a woman

Yes he's more than a woman to me

Well now, well now, where in the world did you go?

Well now, well now, where in the world

Did you make a hole within a hole

With reams and reams of stuff?

Or ever think to ask yourself

Haven't we had enough?

At the moment the absence, the roads

All the sights and the symmetry falls to the sides It's the curl in his hair and his falcon eyed stare He is more than a woman to me