Of yesterdays and darkness born
She'll trace your tracks with scalding scorn
Then, with no apparent cause
She may retract her claws
A rose without a single thorn
She takes her time to get undressed
And leaves emotions to be guessed
And as the night unfolds
Your pain she gently holds
Within her hands your night's been blessed
She'll close her lips around your pain
Till you get stoned on the strength you gain
And as you die inside her love
The earth below, the stars above
Will bury your body all in vain
