Soap of the mistress, beg your forgiveness
Needlework on the floor
Faces unsmiling wax toward me lithely
Their countenance I abjure

I'm shown straight to the door
I'm fumbling for time
Your hand is out of reach
Yet always on my mind

I'm blending into dark
I'm struggling for a sign
I'm facing every truth
But your sun has left my sky
On Avenue Somewhere

And I don't, don't know what to do
Mr. Parallax, am I in your view?
Oh-oh, I cried on Sunday


from the Za's Stair album Deianira and featured in book The Lyrics of Za's Stair

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