I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

I believe that you heard your master sing
When I was sick in bed
I suppose that he told you everything
That I keep locked away in my head
Your master took you traveling
Well, at least that’s what you said
And now do you come back to bring
Your prisoner wine and bread?

You met him at some temple where

They take your clothes at the door
He was just a numberless man in a chair
Who had just come back from the war
And you wrap up his tired face in your hair
And he hands you the apple core
Then he touches your lips, now so suddenly bare
Of all the kisses we put on sometime before

And he gave you a German Shepherd to walk
With a collar of leather and nails,
And he never once made you explain or talk
With all little details,
Such as who had a word and who had a lock
And who had you through the mails
Now you love is a secret all over the block
And it never stops not even when your master fails.

And he took you up in his aeroplane,
Which he flew without any hands,
And you cruised above the ribbons of rain
That drove the crowds from the sands
Then he killed the lights in a lonely lane
And an ape with angel glands
Erased the final wisps of pain
With the music of rubber bands.

And now I hear you master sing,
You kneel for him to come.
His body is a golden string
That your body is hanging from.
His body is a golden string,
My body has grown numb,
O now you hear you master sing,
Your shirt is all undone.

And will you kneel beside this bed
That we polished so long ago,
Before you master chose instead
To make my bed of snow?
Your eyes are wild and your knuckles are red
And you are speaking far too low
Now I can’t make out what your master said
Before he made you go

And I think you’re playing far too rough
For a lady who’s been to the moon
I’ve lain by this window long enough
You get used to an empty room

And your love is some dust in an old man’s cough
Who is tapping his foot to a tune,
And your highs are a ruin you want too much,
Lets say you came back sometime too soon.

I loved your master perfectly
And I taught him all that he knew.
He was starving in some deep misery
Like a man who is sure what is true.
And I sent you to him with my guarantee
I could teach him something new,
And I taught him how you would long for me
No matter what he said, no matter what you do.

I believe that you heard you master sing
While I was sick in bed,
I’m sure that he told you everything
I must keep locked away in my head
Your master took you traveling,
Well, at least that’s what you said
And now do you come back to bring
Your prisoner wine and bread?