This Eve of Parting

It's hard to think this eve of parting

Turns to sand of summer gone

When both our minds are warped with parting

Break the thought of nights alone

Maybe I should turn in silence

Tell myself I didn't care

Curse the thought of your existence

Loving every flaxen hair

Flesh cries out, don't move, don't leave me

Conscience runs till out of breath

Sunrise pregnant with your leavin'

Creepin' in like certain death

The pattern of the bird of love

That's wheelin' on its dizzy way

Tears me down to basic sorrow

Useless for another day

It's hard to think this eve of parting

Turns to sand of summer gone

When both our minds are warped with parting

Break the thought of nights alone

Flesh cries out, don't move, don't leave me

Conscience runs till out of breath

Sunrise pregnant with your leavin'

Creepin' in like certain death