Yoga Lyrics

We had our passports out

And the kits to fix 'em up with.

And the hurricane lamp

threw our shadows on the ceiling.

I watched 'em box with one another up there

Punch and Judy.

It was lovely, it was awful,

It was that kind of feeling,

when you said it was real sure,

and there was nothing standing in our way.

And the lie ran off and hid itself

in the alleys all across Bombay.



I saw you knock the lamp over

while reaching for the scissors

and I wondered how we'd ever

get by without it.

And you fell into my arms then,

sweet and gentle.

Poison in the water

little doubt about it.

And you said that one of us

would be all alone someday.

And the truth of it echoed

inexhaustibly up and down the thoroughfares

all across Bombay.