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DD164945

DD164945 is a typewritten draft "spaced version 1" of the lyrics for The Visitation.

Transcript

                                                                     spaced version 1

                             Young girl with roses in her eyes
                               Sits on a bed of white sheets
                            The lights are off the gloom begins
                                  To thicken as she waits

                 She's waiting alone in the dark                waiting
                Where is the sun and flowered park        we're always waiting
                 Why do they always meet in shadow


           Young girl with roses in her eyes        I'm as close as your breathing
          Waits for the phosphorescent mouth            but you can't hear me
           It's blue and comes upon her neck
              In whispers like dry grass

                             She's waiting for her lover's voice
                              The sun is gone the music plays
                            From the street corner and she cries


                              Young girl with roses in her eyes
                                Hugs close the dark and cries
                                 The words she hears are weak
                               Her lover's not asleep he's dead

                             She feels his breathing by her side
                                He reaches across the border
                            Stretching his boneless hand towards her


                                                         death is silent painless
                                                        I didn't know what happened
                                                   I was suddenly standing above my body
                                                            while you looked on
                                                        too much in shock for tears
                                                             I tried to speak
                                                               but couldn't
                                                          I tried to talk to you
                                                         but you wouldn't listen
                                                             and now we meet
                                                      like guilty lovers in the dark
                                                        for such a hopeless moment
                                               and even as we meet I feel you slipping from me
                                                               and I go back
                                                              to my darkness


  The girl with roses in her eyes   my spirit lingers after you like a faint stream of clouds
 Speaks with her lover who is here        my mouth hovers about you forever
Like vines their voices intertwine
        It is all they have   I see you waiting for me summoning up the power as the light dies

                   She struggles to hold him back         that light we loved
                  He clutches but the power is gone
                   And the pillow's turned to chalk


                                          I tried to speak but couldn't
                    and now we meet like guilty lovers in the dark for such a hopeless moment
                                and even as we meet I feel you slipping from me
                                          and I go back to my darkness
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