Twilight settles on the fields I hear the birds and bells in the same song What comforts me will be gone within the hour And I'll be waiting by the lamp-pole Is it bliss or misery if what you see is what you believe? Thank the loss of innocence, for things are starting to make sence If you find them to unkind, I'll keep my thoughts confined to my own mind But don't you trigger me… You know I've lost my heart to the paradise night A message sent to burry dreams No need to tell you what it means And it will stir the hornets deep inside It's a shame, not a crime Put the lid on our new time Leave the room Things look grim Amputee… I'm your phantom-limb The evening primrose blooms… We used to use it's roots for our blue wine A scented sentiment saturates the falling night It's almost nine… I strike a match and set the words alight Such ill news in a cruel disguise Yes, it's time for me to go You can close the shutters now… You can go to sleep in 'our' bed Tomorrow I'll be home