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