Insidious girl (the short day chill)

Feel high as a kite
Sun, rain, garden of Eden
A story, a dream for a friend
And his insidious girl

How beautiful you must be
In the eyes of the beholder
Guess you made clean sheets dirty
Guess you made him feel like a God

I am in possession
All my senses, all my love
Until this post paradise bliss
Becomes the short day chill

Sex ought to be sacred
I suspect yours was a whore
Helplessness our enemy
Our mouths adore, our eyes beg

This yields incomprehension
A great many friends
Hope you catch the butterfly
I know it can be done

I am in possession
All my senses, all my love
Until this post paradise bliss
Becomes the short day chill