This Mortal Coil - Another day

The kettle's on, the sun has gone, another day She offers me, Tibetan tea, on a flower tray She's at the door, she's want's to score, she really needs to say: "I once loved you a long time ago, you know Where the winds own forget-me-nots blow, you know But I couldn't let myself go Not knowing what on earth there was to know But I wish that I had, 'cause it makes me so sad that I never had one of your children." Across the room, inside a tomb, a chance is waxed and waned The night is young, why are we so hung-up, in each other's chains I must take her, I must make her, while the dove domains See 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 lash of dawn Oh really my dear, I can't see what we fear With ourselves, sat here between us And at the door, we can't say more, than just another day Without a sound, I turn around, and I walk away