Requiem

When you came to me there in that old telephone pole
Out of the night
And I rushed right down to meet you and that silky thing
And sat down on a porch swing
Oh, and I knew the moon would melt
Before I held it to my breast like that again
Why couldn't I die then
So warm
Behind the curtains of your arms

When you stopped the clock on that cold rock
And mix the hot young blood with granite dust
Then I raise my head just to kiss the sweat
They clung like honey from your garnet brow
Ooh, and I knew the mountainside would be
A million years of dusted rust before you took me up there again
So tell me why couldn't I die then
I was warm
Behind the curtains of your arms

Instead I was found dead, but well carrying on my life
With my dusk glow and dear friends
Buried without a casket
And no one who writes my epitaph
'Cos I know that I'm still breathing
And they think that means I'm still alive
I'm still alive

And I knew the mountainside would be
A million years of dusted rust before you took me up there again
Why could I not die then
Warm
Behind the curtains of your arms
Why could I not die then
As seems it doesn't really matter when
It doesn't really matter when
It doesn't really matter when
It doesn't really matter when
It doesn't really, no
It doesn't really matter when
It doesn't really matter when