That I never had one of your children
When across the room, inside the tomb, a chance has waxed and waned
The night is young, why are we so hung up in each other's chains?

I must take her and I must make her while the dove domains
And feel the juice run as she flies
Run my wings under her sighs as the flames of eternity rise
To lick us with the first born, the lash of dawn

Oh, really, my dear, I can't see what we fear
Standing here with ourselves in between us
And at the door, we can't say no more than just another day
And without a sound I turn around and I walk away