There's the odour of incense

And I double in pain

And I flick through the past

As arrayed in my mind

On a bed in a room

That's locked on some hill

I'm gripping her hand

As she cries to the wall



The years stumble away

And the pain dissipates

Suzanne's clad in blues

With a mark in her hand

The lines on her face

Are now scars in my mind

Down at the quayside

Through the sun's rising mists

Suzanne draws me down

"All this world's in your mind"

Can salvation emerge

From the well of a dream

Where the horses run formless

And the sky turns from stars

Then the fumes of the incense

Rise across the walls

And she watches me sideways

Like the world is on fire

Between the beat of her heart

And the gesture of her fingers

The grip of her hand

As it beckons through me

She smiles through my pain

And the loss yet to come

And the candlewax melts

And the waters then stop shining