Your Ages (2006 Remaster)

How can I explain?
I need a explanation -
This heat blurs the senses -
We're on a bank by a river,
Can I take it as I was taken,
Turned inside and out on a slope of grass?
Your face to the sky is taken too,
Unbalanced and wide.
The slope is a good presence,
Leaning over are familiar ghosts,
Your hands reach down, further down,
The light makes our heads spin;
There's no sound.

No-one can see, no-one can hear;
Your blouse is uniform,
I had it in mind that your blouse was blue;
I had you in mind too many times to join up.
I said "Don't take it, just don't take it!"
Now there's a hand waving out of a car
And I can see a polka-dot dress being removed;
The sun's bright enough for second sight -
A glimpse of something white
It's alright, it's alright,
It's better than alright.
The surface of the street is hot to touch
And the sky pours into everyone's head -
You can't drink enough to hold it off.
I love you so much - I said "I can't talk to you anymore!"
The surface of her skin is cool to touch;
I love you so much. I love you so much.

Yeah, you lean over the wall,
Everyday magic points us at the sun.
I could buy you anything -
Anything you could paint.
I want you to visualise this:
A young saint - he can work miracles -
Dressed in black,
Holding a book and a skull,
Or this: falsetto,
Or this: regiment.
Don't quit, just leave it in the sun,
See how long it takes.
Dress. Skin. Young. History.
What's that in time?
In ten years everything will bleach to primer
And we'll lie in the light: grass bank ghosts.

On the bank the grass made marks that could be seen;
Your hair came loose.
Pin your hair up, on the grass,
Closer, closer.
How young, how young,
Lie to me and name your ages!