A Trick Of The Light (Live at Melbourne University)

I have a letter. familiar paper

I keep a figurine in a locket

It's dedicated, engraved initials

Yellow photograph in a pocketbook

Well the rim of her mouth was golden

Her eyes were just desert sands

But that's not her!

That's just the light

It's only an image of her

It's just a trick of the light

She sent me letters, gave me directions

Name of the street where I should turn

And then she stood out front, wrapped in her bathtowel

Yelling, "Once you leave boy, you can't return!"

I was beating on her Iike an anvil

Beating her out of original shape

With that same old panic caught on her face

I copied the image of the ancient embrace

You remind me very much

Of someone that I used to know

We used to take turns crying all night

Oh, but that was so long ago now