The cat sleeps in the red chair. My lover combs her jet black hair. There's mystery in a way of walking. It's witching hour no need to talk. And there are diamonds in our bed. I put your hands about my head. My lover worships the sun. Her body is the Amazon. My lover is of royal birth. My lover smells of the good earth. I give my love my life to wear. I taste my life in that black hair. At three o'clock it's time to say. Rest you love till break of day. Rest you love till break of day. Though I won't phone nor will I write. I wish you happiness tonight. I thank you for this witching hour. I give you love I give you power. I run my fingers through your soul. I know my love you make me whole. Forgive me if I say too much.