There once lived a soul whose ears Lived nothing but open years I still can't read your lips like I coaxed That beast who makes love to me Keep me from holes that I could fall into soon, The jade servant spits the moon From stories as high as you I took the two into town Because I thought I'd be found With strips of weariness in my raving heart, No matter how tired I nearly kissed my will power out the door, And you wouldn't expect more If I were to tell you so You could be too young for that And why I thought I could stand With fields of fog around my neck and knees, I have no beliefs I can't recall the last time I talked to you And certain things that excite, won't keep me from anyone