the maiden trusted me to remove the veil from her head
and after kissing those honey lips I betrayed that trust
by only being adequate and growing distant
I drank from the virgin’s well and her sweet water
turned to vinegar in my mouth
the maiden trusted me to remove the veil from her head
and after kissing those honey lips I betrayed that trust
by only being adequate and growing distant
I drank from the virgin’s well and her sweet water
turned to vinegar in my mouth