Now if I could disclose secrets heaven only knows,
If I'd lose all my ground and see your smile decompose,
So I rest on the fact that I love you, I suppose,
And I hang like the colours on a blind man's clothes.

How does it feel' How does it feel'
How does it feel to be on my mind'

I'm the pale moon rising,
I'm the ghost in flight that steals through the spaces of your inward night,
I'm the moth that's resting on your window sill, with a lust for light and an iron will.

How does it feel' How does it feel'
How does it feel to be on my mind'
How does it feel' How does it feel'
How does it feel to be on my mind'

You're in my shadow here in my room,
Love's such a strange word here in my room.

Pray tell, talk to me,
Can you feel me in the fingers of the wind in your hair as if I'm standing there'
Very well, like a child running to some mademoiselle,
In his hand, to his ear, is pressed a great seashell,
I'm the moon-eyed fish swimming up to you,
You're the tall Titanic, but you'll be subdued,
There's someone mapping out a rendezvous, seems to me.

How does it feel' How does it feel'
How does it feel to be on my mind'
How does it feel' How does it feel'
How does it feel to be on my mind'

I'm standing barefoot here in my room,
Sad as a gypsy here in my room.