Oh Seneca roses, second-hand china
Ivory vases fresh from consignment,
Lend me the strings of the cradle in your hand,
Change me in ways I'll never understand
It's that kind of love, lay it all on the table
I'd follow you anywhere if I was able
Molly, darling, sweet love of my life
I must have lost you somewhere
In this blinding absence of light
I'd give up my dreams, hang up that rifle
I'd pawn this old guitar and drop them small trifles
To lie by your side in your riverbed hair
If love's all we got, least we can take it anywhere
You can weep for me, baby, and the chances I've missed
But at the end of the day, all I ever wanted was your kiss
Darling, Molly, sweet love of my life
Oh, it's quiet and cold, dear,
In this blinding absence of light
You're going your way and I'm headed mine
But maybe someday, somewhere down the line
That little pink house with the silk curtain waves
And I'll wake with you, baby, to strike up the day
And you'll rise like an angel on the unmade bed
And we'll dance together in the cool autumn air
Darling, Molly, sweet love of my life
I can see it so clearly
In this blinding absence of light
I'm all alone here in this blinding absence of light