Pale boy
In the window
Coming down
To meet the end
 
Sits alone as she
Winnows his soul
And I know
He can feel
A presence
 
I was she
Before I
Had an inkling
 
She’ll come
When you call
And call again
 
Rising out
Of the heat
And the fury
Of love
 
Taking
Everything
 
Thief in your eye

Hold her gaze
As the evening comes
Feel her name
On the tip of
Your tongue

Hear her voice
Like a siren’s song
You don’t have
To be alone

I was she
Before I had
An inkling

She came
When I called
And called again

Rising out
Of the depths
In the shadow
Of love

Taking everything

Thief in your eye