The electric lash of trees in the studio

Fills my head with light

Only the voice of the girl on the radio

Falling from a height

I turn to leave as if in a cameo

It doesn't feel quite right

Only one thing you ever really know

If it's day or night

Our eyes meet and I love her

I suspect she already knows

How those eyes see me so very very clearly

Even when they're closed

The electric lash of trees in the studio

A bite then a caress

Only the voice of the girl on the radio

Drifting from the west

I turn to leave as if in a cameo

A moon, a knot, a guess

Only one thing you ever really know

You might curse before you bless