When She Comes

Slow motion in the quiet of the room;

So potent is the smell of her perfume

That you think she's eternal,

That you think she is everything...

But no-one knows what she is.

Repentance for all you should have said;

Her entrance seems to raise you from the dead

And you think she's really with you,

And you think that she'll always stay,

Always ready to forgive you,

Always ready to grant you her mercy

- but in her own way.

When she comes, she'll be a stranger;

Struck dumb, you'll try to protest

As the drum beats out the danger...

Too late, you should have noticed

That the lady with the skin so white,

Like something out of blake or burne-jones

Always blocked out the light

And shadowed all you owned.

Still you think she's forever,

Yesterday and tomorrow...

But no-one knows where she is.

Stillyou swear that you can win her

And your prayer is that she'll want you;

Aware, once a saint, now you're a sinner

And your sins are going to haunt you

When the lady with her skin so white

Like something out of edgar allen poe

Holds your hand so very tight

And you hope that she'll never let go.

Easy targets, easy crosswords, easy life:

These key margins leave you balanced on the knife,

Bleeding darkly in the end it all comes down

To sleazy bargains.

That hidden key-you tried so hard to find it,

All you can conceive is the effort to be worthy.

Even now you need tobe reminded

That la belle dame is without mercy.

The lady with her skin so white

- you never did quite catch her name -

Now she holds you in the night

And she'll never let go again,

She'll never let go again.