Vultures circling round my head-
or are they Angels? (I cannot see)
I look too hard and i became blind
to the truth I could have found, long ago, within me
and i try to reach you but i stumble and fall
don't you stop for me (Its getting late)
and the night will surround you and engulf you, my love,
in her seductive shroud of velvet and lace
I'm lost, and i fear that it's just too late
so we must part here, under the harvest moon
Goodbye, my love, Goodbye my dear
may we be reunited in Heaven soon.
17/05/00
