She’s a mollusk A seamstress A princess A priestess A negress She knows her position She’s a swallow A willow A cello A pillow A bow And also a physician She takes your eyes And mends your head She draws the wine And breaks the bread She has no lies to tell you And no truths to sell you She’s a girl She’s almost a woman And zero she flies as the morning sighs     Spreads her wings like a seagull From the mountain he watches her Biding his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle (    ) He’s a hawthorn A raven A scarecrow A haven For moon-blessed thought and opinion He will laugh like the fountains The bones of the mountains Lie deep in his forest religion You will call his name when evening falls And the ground sets hard and the night wind calls You will feed him and heed him At times you will need him Say you were almost his woman And Zero she flies as the morning sighs      Spreads her wings like a seagull From the mountain he watches her Biding his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle ( ) In the shuddering mad red blood-let sunset A tired man is leaving his cover And the soft eyes of Zero Are cut by the sounds Of the vanishing feet of her lover And the door slams shut And the air grows tight And her throat is gripped By the hands of night And all that is left Is the clock on the shelf As it ticks one day into another And Zero she sighs as the morning dies With the broken wings of a seagull From the mountain he watches her sensing his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle (    ) At the pall of the day the man of the mountain Is nearing the end of his travel And the fence is down On the westland bounds And a footfall pounds in the gravel Comes a knock three times And the air grows still As he steps inside from the sudden chill And the moment is caught in the net of the night For the coming of dawn to unravel And Zero she flies as the morning sighs    Spreads her wings like a seagull From the mountain he’s coming Judging his time And his eyes are the eyes of an eagle Oh Zero she flies as the morning dies    Spreads her wings like a seagull From her window he watches her A man in his time But his eyes are the eeeyes of an eagle Final   

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À propos de la chanson

La chanson évoque une femme, complexe et énigmatique, qui oscille entre plusieurs rôles et identités, reflétant à la fois sa force et sa fragilité. Elle est décrite à travers des métaphores variées, illustrant sa capacité à apporter du réconfort tout en restant mystérieuse. En parallèle, un homme, observateur de son existence, semble partagé entre admiration et désir, attendant le moment propice pour se rapprocher d'elle. Les images du lever et du coucher du soleil symbolisent les changements et les émotions qui l'entourent, dépeignant une histoire de lien et d'éloignement, marquée par le passage du temps et les promesses non tenues. Au final, cette relation s'inscrit dans un paysage naturel où la beauté et la mélancolie se rejoignent.