With no other lover but the quiet of night,
Here you find me in this same old room,
And as raindrops brighten my window light,
A sixty-watt bulb my head illumnes.
Out of the world these past many years,
I have not been ashamed to invite you here.
But still you cannot come too often,
No more than a lover, or a lifelong friend.

Boundless tall grass that carpet the land,
Will come and go with every season,
Wildfire tries but can’t consume them,
In the new spring wind yet still they stand,
Thickly pressed on the roadside edge,
Winding their way to the forest line,
Prince of fire, you'll flame up again,
I'll hear the tall grass whisper after you.

Cut'em apart, still intact,
Tidy'm up, still they crack,
Those lives in separation,
A tiny taste of desolation