guilt like a storm cloud, thinking outloud, i’ve distilled these waters and then polluted them, you thought you might be one of them, news to the boy, flash it over his head, you can’t revive a girl who’s dead. nothing can compare to my lovers, fair, strike a match in the dark and see which one’s lying there. if only it were you each time, if only your hands were the only ones gracing mine, if only, my dear, requires much more than you’ve given, so i’m retracting shame, perhaps the corpse has risen, but not at your touch and not by your faith, your absence has turned me over in my grave, now the whole world is at my finger tips, try to remember the taste of my skin and my lips, for while i’m not gone to you, i am present to others, nothing can compare to my fair lovers