My Most Precious Lover

Oh, how I could stroll down the corridors
Of your mind. What beautiful pictures
And I know I'd find
The answers to questions I had left behind
For you to uncover
My most precious lover.

And oh, if I could pull back the valances
Of that shrine. What strange mechanisms
And I know you're blind
To the answers to questions I had left behind
For you to deliver
My pretentious giver.

Would you invite me back?
Would you invite me back in
To the haze, and the craze
And the sad, lonely place where you live?

And oh, if I could tear down the cinder blocks
One more time; see through the insanity
Of your mind. Imagine the vanity left behind
For you to discover
My most precious lover.

Would you invite me back?
Would you invite me back in
To the haze, and the craze, and the maze
And the sad, lonely place where you live?