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I never know what kind of day it is on my battlefield of ideals
But the way she touches and the way it feels
Must be just how it heals
Ah but it's got a little better since I let her sundance
I never know what time of year it is living on top of the fire
But the Robin outside has to hunt and hide
In the cold and frosty shire
Ah but he knows just what goes in between his cold toes
...and his warm ears
And he's got no disguise in his eyes for his love as she nears
He spreads her a shelter
She takes the tall skies
As they helter-skelter
Along the same sighs
She wakes my days with a glad face
She fakes and says I'm a hard case
She makes and plays like a bad ace
Carrying my ways into scarred space
And she knows me well
Ah but what the hell
Only time can tell, where we're going to
Me and my woman
Me and my little woman
And the Lord speaks out and the pigpens fawn
The sword slides out and the nations mourn
The hoard strides out and the chosen spawn
The devil rides out and the heavens yawn
And he knows me well
Ah but what the hell
Only time can tell, where we're going to
Me and my woman
Me and my woman
Me and my little woman
What a lovely day
What a day to play at living
What a mess we make
What a trust we break
Not giving our wings to our children
O how we fail them
O how we nail them
Sunset my colour
And king is my name
Darkness she's my lover
And we live in shame
Too far away
From the light of the day
And so near
And so near, here
Can I break through the silence that has taken my place
On the plains of the morning that I just could not face
Asking you these questions