[Verse 1]
We hit the floor
Just like her blue silk slip
Dark puritan rose
To the curve of her hip
I did not know
It was too much
Too much for me to handle
To be shown to the heart of the matter
By your holy candle

[Verse 2]
The clank of your second hand
The stare of your glass eye
Have I no wisdom
That is not wise
In that way we laid the rail
A woven handmade indian
I spoke and understood
Your golden virginian

[Chorus 1]
Still not a day goes by
Something always
Something always by and by