O crown of light, o darkened one,
i never thought we'd meet.
you kiss my lips, and then it's done:
i'm back on boogie street.
A sip of wine, a cigarette,
and then it's time to go.
i tidied up the kitchenette;
i tuned the old banjo.
i'm wanted at the traffic-jam.
they're saving me a seat.
i'm what i am, and what i am,
is back on boogie street.
And o my love, i still recall
the pleasures that we knew;
the rivers and the waterfall,
wherein i bathed with you.
bewildered by your beauty there,
i'd kneel to dry your feet.
by such instructions you prepare
a man for boogie street.
O crown of light, o darkened one…
So come, my friends, be not afraid.
we are so lightly here.
it is in love that we are made;
in love we disappear.
tho' all the maps of blood and flesh
are posted on the door,
there's no one who has told us yet
what boogie street is for.
O crown of light, o darkened one,
i never thought we'd meet.
you kiss my lips, and then it's done:
i'm back on boogie street.
A sip of wine, a cigarette,
and then it's time to go . . .