The cat sleeps in the red chair

My lover combs her jet black hair

There's mystery in a way of walking

It's witching hour no need to talk



And there are diamonds in our bed

I put your hands about my head

My lover worships the sun

Her body is the Amazon



My lover is of royal birth

My lover smells of the good earth



I give my love my life to wear

I taste my life in that black hair

At three o'clock it's time to say

Rest you love till break of day

Rest you love till break of day



Though I won't phone nor will I write

I wish you happiness tonight

I thank you for this witching hour

I give you love, I give you power



I run my fingers through your soul

I know my love you make me whole

Forgive me if I say too much

I am in love with absent touch