This Is The First You Spoke Of It
In Your Black Magic House
In A Cold Damp Attic
Two Windows Stare At Us Like Eyes
Behind Them
December's Dark
Early Morning Sky
And A Couple Of
Dead Trees
With Their Ornamental Stars
I Thought By Now That I
Figured Your Head Out
Until Now I Thought I
Figured Your Body Out
So Please Help Me To Understand
Because I Love You
More Than Anyone
I Wonder In What Fields Today
You're Chasing Dragonflies At Play
My Little Lost Girl
So Far Away

This Is The First You Spoke Of It