I have a letter, familiar paper   I keep a figurine in a locket   It's dedicated, engraved initials   Yellow photograph in a pocketbook      Well the rim of her mouth was golden   Her eyes were just desert sands   But that's not her   That's just the light   It's only an image of her   It's just a trick of the light      She sent me letters, gave me directions   Name of the street where I should turn   And then she stood out front, wrapped in her bathtowel   Yelling, "Once you leave boy, you can't return!"      I was beating on her like an anvil   Beating her out of original shape   With that same old panic caught on her face   I copied the image of the ancient embrace      You remind me very much   Of someone that I used to know   We used to take turns crying all night   Oh, but that was so long ago now