Look how love has made of you an alabaster lamp.
Love’s strong knife has made of you an alabaster lamp.
Scraped the shining stone down to a shell, and lit a flame.
Once upon a time, you were solidly yourself.
Once upon a time, oh, you were solidly yourself.
A story you could tell, for it ended with your name.
And if no light shone through?
And if no light shone through, you didn’t know it.
What cares a stone for darkness? You had never seen a flame.
See how love has made of you an alabaster lamp.
Now love shines straight through you like an alabaster lamp.
Now you’ve been carved open; you will never be the same.
(A blues.)
