Ill Omen

It's June and I see the wood
The quiet pools
The glades and blue hollows
I saw the woods were wound with sorrow
So don't stop, clatter on
But it says "come on... come on"
As doors swing open into lazy gardens
"Come on... come on"
This is love, don't go on
And I see the perfect wife
I can almost smell her apple breath
And her milky dress
She says "come on... come on"
This is love, don't go
I swoon past the pearly room
In staggered roofs
He waits for tomorrow
I saw his lips were mouthing follow
This is love, don't go
But I scream "come on... come on"
My iron horse, my train, my ghost companion
"Come on... come on, my iron horse clatter on"
And I feel its heart unwind
And pull me to its gleaming breast
In black flesh
It says "come on... come on
Never stop clatter on"
The iron horse pumps its stream screaming whistle