There's a bench with your name on,
And I can barely see,
The simple inscription,
For the weeds.
I never made the service,
Or even to your grave,
That's not you, my love,
Only memories I've saved.
Mary even looked like you,
And she gave me her life,
Butterfly to moth,
The overshadowed wife.
Mary and I grew old,
Alone I remain,
Smiles and kiss won't wash out,
Like a blood stain.
I never felt so warm,
As when you lay in my arms,
And it was my failure,
That you ever came to harm.
The last time I saw you,
Your hair danced over my face,
Kissed me on the cheek,
Your smell, one final taste.
Mary, so jealous of you,
I loved you all my life,
Time ravaged her beauty,
But Mary died my wife.
Mary and I grew old,
But perfect you remain,
Smiles and kiss won't wash out,
Like a blood stain.
I married the mistess,
And held her tight,
And though she made me happy,
I still cry at night.
Two weeks with you,
And I had gone insane,
Your breath under the covers,
As you whispered my name.
Mary, I'm sad to say,
That now our lives are through,
I sit on this old bench,
And I don't think of you.
Lover, come now to me,
Your skin all bathed in light,
Lover, let your hair down,
And dance over my sight.
Dance, dance,
Dance over my sight.