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 so 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