Zero she flies

She's a mollusk, 
a seamstress, 
a princess, 
a priestess, 
a negress, 
she knows her position 

She's a swallow, 
a willow, 
a cello, 
a pillow, 
a bow 
and also a physician 

She takes your eyes 
and mends your head 
She draws the wine 
and breaks the bread 
She has no lies to tell you 
and no truths to sell you 
She's a girl, 
she's almost a woman 

And Zero she flies as the morning sighs 
Spreads her wings like a seagull 
From the mountain he watches her, 
biding his time 
But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle 

He's a hawthorn, 
a raven, 
a scarecrow, 
a haven 
for moon-blessed thought and opinion 
He will laugh like the fountains, 
the bones of the mountains 
lie deep in his forest religion 

You will call his name when evening falls 
And the ground sets hard and the night wind calls 
You will feed him and heed him, 
at times you will need him 
Say you were almost his woman 

And Zero she flies as the morning sighs 
Spreads her wings like a seagull 
From the mountain he watches her, 
biding his time 
But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle 
In the shuddering mad red blood-let sunset 
a tired man is leaving his cover 
And the soft eyes of Zero 
are cut by the sounds 
of the vanishing feet of her lover 

And the door slams shut 
and the air grows tight 
And her throat is gripped 
by the hands of night 
And all that is left 
is the clock on the shelf 
As it ticks one day into another 

And Zero she sighs as the morning dies 
With the broken wings of a seagull 
From the mountain he watches her, sensing his time 
But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle 
At the pall of the day the man of the mountain 
is nearing the end of his travel 
And the fence is down 
on the westland bounds 
and a footfall pounds in the gravel 

Comes a knock three times 
and the air grows still 
As he steps inside from the sudden chill 
And the moment is caught in the net of the night 
For the coming of dawn to unravel 

And Zero she flies as the morning sighs 
Spreads her wings like a seagull 
From the mountain he's coming, 
judging his time 
And his eyes are the eyes of an eagle 

Oh Zero she flies as the morning dies 
Spreads her wings like a seagull 
From her window he watches her, 
a man in his time 
But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle