I once held a lantern of love in my hands

She was all I could see

Kicking the brown leaves of childhoold around us

We danced the deep sea

That welled from the spring of the boy that I was

Held in her flame

Feeling her learning

Watching her burning

To see the first man I became

Little lady

Who made me

Was it you

Or is it that old unforgiveness

That I can't forget



I was her warchild and she was my wildcat

We lived in a dream

Broke up for summer unfolding the secret

And woke up downstream

Facing the current that said that we couldn't

Go on

Tearing the seed out

With sharp tongues

And no doubt

Before it was born

Little lady, etc

Sometimes I cry in the flood of my guts

Laughing in sadness

Bursting with rage in the wounds of revenge

Bleeding forgiveness

It isn't you love or anything new

I just tasted

It's myself standing

Standing watching me,

Getting hung up

Spaced and wasted

Little lady, etc