There are nights when you are so far that, despite myself,
I knock on unknown doors and, in the sweet sunshine light,
my heart stops belonging to yours: I break my promise.
Beloved, I'll not find it enough to play safe, tonight.
Fancying sensations, old feelings, ways of being,
I'll come home in the morning hoping for healing.
By the tender sunrise light my wounded love I guess
In your heart I'll find some remittal, and forgiveness.