Jamie, 1995.
© Copyright Libitina 1997.

And so love disappears from rented hearts,
Thus released we walk apart in silence,
The way of memories painful and short,
I see the flower-girl, she does not stop,
Yes I know that she will not sing for me,
But the tingle of other names remains.
I know it does not help to feel this way,
So show me another, point me the way.

I’ve lived too long, I’ve seen too much,
I’ve learnt that I should never touch,
So much pain for so little gain,
Doesn’t stop it starting again.

Writhe in your ephemeral bed of fire,
The flames are hot but feel how they die out,
Mournful flickers of spent heat haunt me still,
So do not lighten my darkness, lady,
I can suffer no further degradation
Brought about by my animal passion,
Do not arouse me from loveless slumber-
I must live as I dream, that is alone.

I’ve lived too long, I’ve seen too much,
I’ve learnt that I should never touch,
So much pain for so little gain,
Doesn’t stop it starting again.

As for those voices I won’t heed their call,
Desires killed by self-denial,
The absence of hope will hurt me less
Than building myself up for another fall.

Therefore I shall block my ears to your call,
I prefer to lash myself to the mast
To the thought of tying myself to you,
I shall not believe all that you may sing
And thus avoid the wreck that I have become,
It took so very long to reach this end,
To start again requires a leap of faith,
A leap that I’m not prepared to make.

I’ve lived too long, I’ve seen too much,
I’ve learnt that I should never touch,
So much pain for so little gain,
Doesn’t stop it starting again.