A star that’s gone
With the night that’s gone,
Leaves me, night and star,
In my hands the truth, that is,
To know that there’s no place
Where they can hide…
‘Cause I’ve known, in the night
That’s gone, with the star that’s gone,
That the eyes, the ears of one
(that’s my she)
That from her hands, can’t hide
What it has been said that’s gone
Along with what
has been seen that’s gone,
With that it could have been touched
With the eyes (from behind),
And in the night that comes along
With the star that comes; tonight,
Neither could hide,
Nor the star that’s gone, nor the night,
Nor our sights, nor our words,
Nor their way of touching;
It’s not a matter of seeing, listening,
Or feeling.
It has come forever
What it came along with her.