Well as the mourner  Yeah, that's how he met her  Well as the porno'  Yeah, that's how he kept her  And he says that he stared  That he stared at her figure  'Till he was close to her next movement  But never could he be sure  And no, no one wants to hear him say  The thoughts on his mind that he'd share with you anyway  'Cause no, he don't want to lose her  Though he's never even known her  He knows that she's bleeding and all he wants is to help  And maybe some day she'll turn to his way  He's saying...  No, I don't want to fall inlove with your face  Oh no, I don't want to love your dress  Girl, I don't want to feel your waist  'Cause your mouth it tastes so pleasing  But to love I need a reason  And there's more but I don't want to tell you the rest  So if you'll step out of the photograph  I'll try to be worthy of what's left  If you'd only give honesty a try this one time  She told him that she'd meet him there  Go to the grave that is bair  And he thinks that maybe she fell in and  Was covered up by the wind  But in the graveyeard he still stands  Just watching alone as the lillies growe from old hands  And through the years he's never cried  He's saving his tears for the final goodbye  So when the rains falling just toss him a coat  Don't run to him for there's a spiritual moat  But if you'll just reach out with your hand  I'm sure he'll hand you her picture he carved from this land  No more air for men to breath  Returned to dust are they so we'll grieve  And over each grave is laid a frame  inside's a women with no true name  I asked him once wich girl was the one  That had taken his heart away yet he said "Son,  If I were to show you the way  Would you show it to her or just let her return to clay?"  ..And so I walked away.