I spoke so well that evening

I sang so well of light

Wish I may wish I might

Have this wish I wish tonight



The more we sang of wonders

The more we drank our wine

Suddenly a ghost appeared

The clock sang number nine



We spoke from end of table

His majesty, the chief

- You shall take what you deserve

From comfort and relief



This words combined with manhood

- In alcohole entwined -

Made all the saying into jokes

And good eyes into blind



I tried to taste their warfare

- My lips could barely move

When I did as much as I could do

To fit into their groove



But as it proved impossible

To satisfy their needs

I solved my little problem

And accomplished all my deeds



For I spoke so well that evening

I sang so well that night

Wish I would

Wish I could be swallowed

By your light