Like a madman I still run From the warlord and her gun But I can't hold or shun such feelings Like I'm Aphrodites son I'm so weakend I know that But I'm in deep if I go back She sat and stared at bad things happening While I lay weepin' on the mat She said she wanted off the tracks But how the hell would I know that She had her paints and poems packed I knew she'd turned my mornings black And Kythira sends the doves They scream cross-eyed from above I give her just the slightest shove But she says sorry I'm in love And you can't draw blood from a wall But you can fool yourself to thinking That there's sorrow in her at all And if the world is just a stage Then show me to the part I play And have some mercy on the way My eyes are twisted in their vision And all I ever see is grey Yeah the night and daytime play I was knee-deep in the rainfall But I stayed there anyway And Kythiras hands were torn Between the petals and the fawn On the rows I left alone And the redness was gone All the singing of a song She told me that it all goes on That I was wrong and I felt wrong And it was just another day To see the nights and daytime play I was knee-deep in disaster But I stayed there anyway On the doorstep I still stand While she cups raindrops in her hands And it's all more than I can stand I was dreaming of disaster And she lost my elegance In the blueness of the bland Expands along with my advances That I barely understand In this room the curtains drawn To hide the blood behind the door And I can't see her anymore She said she'd seen it all before And Kythira sends the doves They scream cross-eyed from above I cried enough is enough! But she said sorry I'm in love