The morning air does compel you

To float down the spiral stairs

Spanish-blue stockings yawning

And the ashes in the air

Oh Captain, you ask yourself

I miss her of the raven hair

What future did you behold

When you stole me away from there

When you stole me away from there

She of the bloom and frost

Of cucumber and olive oil

She of the spring I've lost

To the song of the nightingale

Well, the penitent man will be forgiven

But the black-hearted will rot

So oh golden king forgive me

For not being what I'm not

For not being what I'm not

The captain says he won't answer

From his throne of light and pearls

Your grotesque, shrouded body

That you loathe and you love

Is just an accident only you can bear

You're invisible and as wild as the sea

And you hurt what you hold most dear

You're the traitor, and you are me

You're the traitor, and you are me

You're the traitor, and you are me

You're the traitor, and I am thee