This is the first you spoke of it In your black magic house In a cold damp attic Two windows stare at us like eyes Behind them December's dark Early morning sky And a couple of Dead trees With their ornamental stars I thought by now that i Figured your head out Until now i thought i Figured your body out So please help me to understand Because i love you More than anyone I wonder in what fields today You're chasing dragonflies at play My little lost girl So far away This is the first you spoke of it