Woodcat

Woodcat, oh, once a girl but not since the incident Lives in the darkness, making friends with the animals Eyes burning yellow, I miss your sweet kisses I miss having coffee in bed watching TV The ghost of an image it's just fleeting glimpses You're there, then you're gone through the roots and the nettles I miss your hard edges, I miss your bone marrow I miss having coffee in bed watching TV And we all had a lovely time I'll look for a man to turn me into a hare Just like they did when you did what you did And the court came around and the verdict flew out And the rats ran about and the change trickled down And they left your brown body, gentle and shivering Back in the clearing with the deer in the evening And I'll come and find you small sleek and silent And we'll live like lovers in an old wooden rhyme And we're in for a lovely time Come close up to me, fire in an open hearth Raised in a vessel of our only action Some satisfaction, some sweet satisfaction From all of this everything, spun 'round the middle And they said it was a lovely time