God's work is plans
I stand here with a man that
talked to me so candidly
More than I choose
My lips once roosed
I feel again the blues of
longing ever longing
to be confused
He wrote me a letter
Saying he would love me better
then my poor sons
begetter the rules
Spoke of love like hunger
He at once was younger
younger ever younger in my
hunger for a muse
Finest man that I've seen ever
since my eyes have been
But his honesty did gleam me blind
Keep those thoughts from sight
Follow me into the night
And you can call on me
when you need the light
You know what I need
Why won't you giveth me
Must I fall down at your
feet and plead
Don't you be scared of me
I'm nothing but the beast
And I'll call on you
when I need to feast