when we meet on neutral ground,   i can't belive how good you look.   and the thoughts that race around my mind,   fill a long unreadable book and      i can feel the waves,   i can sense the continents eroding,   you say you know why i called you here,   but you couldn't have any way of knowing, so   that's not true.   that's a mean thing to say.   that's a damnable lie.   that's a damnable lie.      looking at you, and i don't know   what it is i see   and i know you're changing, almost indetectably.      and i see a ship off the shore   and i imagine it sinking.   and you smile and you say that you know   what it is that i'm thinking.   that's not true.   that's a rotten thing to say.   that's a damnable lie.   that's a damnable lie.