But if in your fear you would seek only
love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing floor,
Into the seasonless world where you
shall laugh, but not all of your laughter,
and weep, but not all of your tears.
I'm bluffing, I can't stop, I'll be missing whoever it is when they're off,
In Paris or Sweden, wasting time behind a camera shot,
It's not that I'm asking, but how long does it take you to take your clothes off?
Is it over an hour? Or just long enough for his eyes to shut?
When will you say that you're lonely?
Hope is on fire, from those cold lips
Saying there's time but you'll forfeit.
Hope is on...