It's the pleasure she craves and let the meaning go to hell   So at the cemetery gates I went down on Jezebel   The pearl in her navel glittered above me like the moon   I longed for the oblivion I knew she'd grant me soon   Now every kind of lie came tumbling from her lips   But it was the God's honest truth spoke in the rhythm of her hips   The wind blew through the gravestones and murmured in the grass   I longed for the oblivion I knew would never last   So she came in the shade of that sycamore tree   And when the trembling was done she'd already forgotten me   So she leaves without a murmur   And me I'm still kneeling at that gate   Longing for the oblivion that always comes too late