Roy Harper Next To Me
I lost the only reason that I ever had I did it crazy by myself I've always been that mad I needed someone by me To share the madness with To help me through the growing pain See me through the myth I thought I'd found the goddess I never was so sure But she, as fickle as the wind On the springtime heather moor Cavorted on her whim of change And with her laughter loud Cursed my good and howled my wrong And left me in my cloud I lie in awful silence Pierced by passing seconds Every one so long And full of you And why I wake in dreadful hours Frightened by each turning Feeling that quite soon I should give up and die Of you, of you but stay alive To walk the echoing The feeling that it was Or maybe not A wretched lie The silence of the night is pierced By owls and thieves Sudden gusts of wind Rustling my leaves Loud explosions in the still Born thoughts of old Please don't leave your bed for long It's next to me and cold
