"Come," said the Lady, "Come to my garden,
Come into my palace, love, come to my dream. Come with your voice, with your soulful martyrdom. Come into my palace, love, come to my dream."
"Stop!" a voice cries out, "Flee from this darkness!
Can't you see she is here for your pride?
Cast your stones before making your intrusion!"
Then in your confusion you hear this lie:
Love will believe you,
Never deceive you,
Love will stop the emptiness,
Love will be mine.
Love, always love, always too much sentiment.
Did you think that I would cry?
Yes, yes I cried.