Master Song

<br>I believe that you heard your master sing<br>when I was sick in bed.<br>I suppose that he told you everything<br>that I keep locked away in my head.<br>Your master took you travelling,<br>well at least that`s what you said.<br>And now do you come back to bring<br>your prisoner wine and bread?<br><br>You met him at some temple, where<br>they take your clothes at the door.<br>He was just a numberless man in a chair<br>who`d just come back from the war.<br>And you wrap up his tired face in your hair<br>and he hands you the apple core.<br>Then he touches your lips now so suddenly bare<br>of all the kisses we put on some time before.<br>And he gave you a German Shepherd to walk<br>with a collar of leather and nails,<br>and he never once made you explain or talk<br>about all of the little details,<br>such as who had a word and who had a rock,<br>and who had you through the mails.<br>Now your love is a secret all over the block,<br>and it never stops not even when your master fails.<br><br>And he took you up in his aeroplane,<br>which he flew without any hands,<br>and you cruised above the ribbons of rain<br>that drove the crowd from the stands.<br>Then he killed the lights in a lonely Lane<br>and, an ape with angel glands,<br>erased the final wisps of pain<br>with the music of rubber bands.<br><br>And now I hear your master sing,<br>you kneel for him to come.<br>His body is a golden string<br>that your body is hanging from.<br>His body is a golden string,<br>my body has grown numb.<br>Oh now you hear your master sing,<br>your shirt is all undone.<br>And will you kneel beside this bed<br>that we polished so long ago,<br>before your master chose instead<br>to make my bed of snow?<br>Your eyes are wild and your knuckles are red<br>and you`re speaking far too low.<br>No I can`t make out what your master said<br>before he made you go.<br><br>Then I think you`re playing far too rough<br>for a lady who`s been to the moon;<br>I`ve lain by this window long enough<br>to get used to an empty room.<br>And your love is some dust in an old man`s cough<br>who is tapping his foot to a tune,<br>and your thighs are a ruin, you want too much,<br>let`s say you came back some time too soon.<br>I loved your master perfectly<br>I taught him all that he knew.<br>He was starving in some deep mystery<br>like a man who is sure what is true.<br>And I sent you to him with my guarantee<br>I could teach him something new,<br>and I taught him how you would long for me<br>no matter what he said no matter what you`d do.<br><br>I believe that you heard your master sing<br>while I was sick in bed,<br>I`m sure that he told you everything<br>I must keep locked away in my head.<br>Your master took you travelling,<br>well at least that`s what you said,<br>And now do you come back to bring<br>your prisoner wine and bread?