(1) Contempt and aftertaste...
Come to me, lover, naive as a child.
Come to me in this half-light we call day;
Come softly, come sweetly, come raging as the tide,
But come to me in the darkness.
Yes I will come to you, yes I will go.
But what can you offer to me there in the darkness?
Give me my wishes, or just give me hope?
What do you hide in the shadows, my love?
Come to me, lover, though I offer nothing.
I offer only what you've had before.
I offer only faint sweetness and lemon;
Slight hope, slight despair, and a little bit more.
Yes I will come, though your offer does grieve me
Why can't you give what I know you to have?
Why offer nothing but sweetness and lemon?
Is my price to great, or the world to dark?
Come to me, lover, I'll say that I'm sorry.
I offer no more than the wages of sin.
Come to me, lover, in despairing darkness,
but take away only that which we spin.