You watch me weep and hear me roar,
you bear me when I've been a bore,
observe me as I prowl and poach
with patience and without reproach.
You cast those shadows on my bed,
and cast the nonsense from my head,
you guide me when I've been marooned,
and still the sting of every wound.
Oh, my dear old Selene,
so bright and whole and serene:
who needs the troubles of love
when you're still glowing above?
you bear me when I've been a bore,
observe me as I prowl and poach
with patience and without reproach.
You cast those shadows on my bed,
and cast the nonsense from my head,
you guide me when I've been marooned,
and still the sting of every wound.
Oh, my dear old Selene,
so bright and whole and serene:
who needs the troubles of love
when you're still glowing above?