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

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