When the Libra moon is high And my ashes like the petals blow And I spill myself like holy wine In an audience with your pilgrim soul I'm with you within you, with you I'm with you within you, with you And when you stare up at the satellites And your almond eyes are sad as coal I'm with you within you, with you I'm with you within you, with you Ahh... ha Ahh... ha With you