Indian Mystic

Indian Mystic

Indian Mystic tell me – do you love me?
Tell me now or don’t pretend you mean it.
I know it’s hard to say and you know it takes
Time to build the strength to say it.
Indian Mystic you’ve got me hanging on
And I don’t know where I stand
With you things are always cloudy
And hazy; I can never tell what you’re thinking.
Indian Mystic you’re just what you seem
To be – you’re mystical and magical
And I can’t quite fathom how deep
You go. You have to tell me
Or I’ll never know. Do you love me?
Indian Mystic what do you think of me
I wonder. You’ve certainly never said
To me whatever it is that you’re thinking
About me, if it’s about me.
Indian Mystic I’m wrong. It’s not about me
It’s about you and how much I love you.
But I think I’m beginning to get it, to understand
Where you’re coming from. You never did
Love me, and that’s why you never said it.
Indian Mystic am I right? Tell me if I am
Or if I’m not; I can take it, I’m strong.
So do you love me? A real, deep-seated
Heart-felt fully romantic love from you to me
Or was it just the heat of the night, the thrill
Of the chase and the music we heard as we sat
Underneath the stars on a swinging seat
In the fair suburbs of a lonely city?
Indian Mystic tell if it was nothing to you
If the night brought you nothing it brought to me,
If your feelings were only a reflection of my own
And never really yours. Is that the way it is?
Indian Mystic did we ever even know each other
Or was it truly just a meeting of two strangers
Beneath the moonlit sky and the hazy mist of cloud
That hung over our heads as we set ourselves right
As we did what we wanted to, and got what we needed to?
Indian Mystic it can’t be true I don’t believe
You’re heartless, that you didn’t feel what I felt
As we lay together while the trees above murmured
Their echoing whisper of windy rumour.
Indian Mystic is this all I’m left with at the end of the night?
A steely stare, a cold-hearted shrug and a brush
Of the shoulder as you turn away? Is that all
I ever meant to you? No you’re wrong
I know you are. You’re hiding it. Like you always do.
I think. But as you say I don’t know you.
It was only an illusion. Listen to me
I don’t even believe myself. I’m losing my self-respect.
Or have I already lost it? I’ve lost something
Important to me, I know that. And your face
Tells the story as your body tells the tale
Of the two of us. An illicit relationship that never should
Have happened as far as you seem to be concerned.
Indian Mystic I can tell you’ve moved on.
There’s another guy with you now, I’m sorry
Now, I feel like I’m intruding. But why should I?
You were with me… but now you’re with him
And you’ve moved on so fast I feel so slow
For dwelling in the past, for recalling last night
When I came to you for help, for you to help me
To help myself. But that was then and this is now
And you’ve got a job to do, and I’ve got a reputation
To hold up at my end, a wife to return to at home,
Children to kiss goodnight and a Christmas tree
To light and to watch as the night comes rolling in
With cloud and darkness. Yes, cloud and darkness.
Indian Mystic, I watch you walk away from me
And with you I know you take my freedom
That I thought I would find as I found you.
I thought it would be different from how it is,
Somehow romantic, and for some reason that maybe
You would fall in love with me. But you can’t.
Indian Mystic, I wish you well, as you take
From other men what you took from me.
Money. It’s all about money? No that’s as long
As I’ll entertain that thought – and I move on
Down the street. I leave you behind, I’ll never see
You again, I know. You’ll never know
What you did to me beyond the things you know
You did to me. But before you go, can I ask –
Tell me with truth in your eyes, please,
Indian Mystic, do you love me?

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