She's a mollusc, 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