Up for a Time

You're pulling me haggard,

You're running me along,

Swept up in white silken,

Night traces,

The curve of your back,

Explained by the darker songs,

Of the English and their losses,

The English love their losses,

Caught up in a side-by-side,

Race for curing ourselves,

You'll cry out when it's time,

And I'll be sure to,

Stand there stark still,

I'm truly a lark in such situations.