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She's a mollusk,
a seamstress,
a princess,
a priestess,
a negress,
she knows her position

She's a swallow,
a willow,
a cello,
a pillow,
a bow
and also a physician

She takes your eyes
and mends your head
She draws the wine
and breaks the bread
She has no lies to tell you
and no truths to sell you
She's a girl,
she's almost a woman

And Zero she flies as the morning sighs
Spreads her wings like a seagull
From the mountain he watches her,
biding his time
But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

He's a hawthorn,
a raven,
a scarecrow,
a haven
for moon-blessed thought and opinion
He will laugh like the fountains,
the bones of the mountains
lie deep in his forest religion

You will call his name when evening falls
And the ground sets hard and the night wind calls
You will feed him and heed him,
at times you will need him
Say you were almost his woman

And Zero she flies as the morning sighs
Spreads her wings like a seagull
From the mountain he watches her,
biding his time
But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle
In the shuddering mad red blood-let sunset
a tired man is leaving his cover
And the soft eyes of Zero
are cut by the sounds
of the vanishing feet of her lover

And the door slams shut
and the air grows tight
And her throat is gripped
by the hands of night
And all that is left
is the clock on the shelf
As it ticks one day into another

And Zero she sighs as the morning dies
With the broken wings of a seagull
From the mountain he watches her, sensing his time
But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle
At the pall of the day the man of the mountain
is nearing the end of his travel
And the fence is down
on the westland bounds
and a footfall pounds in the gravel

Comes a knock three times
and the air grows still
As he steps inside from the sudden chill
And the moment is caught in the net of the night
For the coming of dawn to unravel

And Zero she flies as the morning sighs
Spreads her wings like a seagull
From the mountain he's coming,
judging his time
And his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

Oh Zero she flies as the morning dies
Spreads her wings like a seagull
From her window he watches her,
a man in his time
But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle
She's a mollusk,    a seamstress,    a princess,    a priestess,    a negress,    she knows her position       She's a swallow,    a willow,    a cello,    a pillow,    a bow    and also a physician       She takes your eyes    and mends your head    She draws the wine    and breaks the bread    She has no lies to tell you    and no truths to sell you    She's a girl,    she's almost a woman       And Zero she flies as the morning sighs    Spreads her wings like a seagull    From the mountain he watches her,    biding his time    But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle       He's a hawthorn,    a raven,    a scarecrow,    a haven    for moon-blessed thought and opinion    He will laugh like the fountains,    the bones of the mountains    lie deep in his forest religion       You will call his name when evening falls    And the ground sets hard and the night wind calls    You will feed him and heed him,    at times you will need him    Say you were almost his woman       And Zero she flies as the morning sighs    Spreads her wings like a seagull    From the mountain he watches her,    biding his time    But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle    In the shuddering mad red blood-let sunset    a tired man is leaving his cover    And the soft eyes of Zero    are cut by the sounds    of the vanishing feet of her lover       And the door slams shut    and the air grows tight    And her throat is gripped    by the hands of night    And all that is left    is the clock on the shelf    As it ticks one day into another       And Zero she sighs as the morning dies    With the broken wings of a seagull    From the mountain he watches her, sensing his time    But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle    At the pall of the day the man of the mountain    is nearing the end of his travel    And the fence is down    on the westland bounds    and a footfall pounds in the gravel       Comes a knock three times    and the air grows still    As he steps inside from the sudden chill    And the moment is caught in the net of the night    For the coming of dawn to unravel       And Zero she flies as the morning sighs    Spreads her wings like a seagull    From the mountain he's coming,    judging his time    And his eyes are the eyes of an eagle       Oh Zero she flies as the morning dies    Spreads her wings like a seagull    From her window he watches her,    a man in his time    But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle