student of love is standing in the pouring rain
with an ocean of time to drown himself in
he hails a haunted bus it washes on by
a black wave uncurls from deep inside
he lost his love
they took his only dove

now he's impatiently waiting for the rest of time
seeing lovers' entanglements and serious crimes
transgressions, aggressions, indelible impressions
shapes of coming time like vines unwind
he had no cover that day in the rain

diamond on a black sky
make me wanna cry
it's the sound of thunder
meaning we don't have to try
ocean in the moonlight
make me feel so high
we gonna find each other
another day in another life

on the haunted bus sits another with tears in her eyes
she is seeing her own future without no prize
it ain't what she thought it'd be she thought she'd be in love
not twistin' and turnin' without no cover alone
she'd never been in love

Diamond On A Black Sky

we should try the bed before i might burn it
let's say that ancient rhyme before i might unlearn it
this stone belongs on your tender wrist
i made it powder with my mind and fist
i made it powder with my mind and fist

the clay would mold into brick for a home
i gave it as silk back to the bay where it come from
the wine was sweet to chase loneliness demons
til i infused it with apples from eden
i took the fruit from the garden of eden

i'm out at sea. i'm further out at sea.
i ply these oars to bridge the gap to thee
oh, mon ami can't i be set free
this sea grass home...the deep is calling me

oh mon ami can i be set free
oh mon ami can't i be set free

i'm out on the water, clouds are gathering above me
i can see a tiny figure, disappearing on the horizon
it's me as a young boy and he's jumping and calling me in
oh mon ami!  
oh mon ami!

ZWölf O'Clock - Loneliness Demons

This is a cover of Bob Dylan's, I Threw It All Away.  The song was written in 1969 and originally appeared on his Nashville Skyline record.  This is my feeble interpretation, which I had no business making.  The original is perfect.

I Threw It All Away (Bob Dylan Cover)

Communion wine, you made me crumble and run.
One open eye, too drunk to deny what I'd done.
His robe was mine, blood-stained by the divine.
Bestowed to me, traded for my body.

An ashen cross left a mark on someone...

Fine!  I'll take it.  I'll drink it 'til I'm spinning alone.
You hooked me, you shook me, you forsook, then you took me along.
On Sunday the little creature, dressed as preacher made a speech on the book of Romes, or was it Numbers? I don't know.
He said "because we are divine, everything is fine", but I had been inside and saw a different sign.  
He was afraid for his own soul.

I burned the thing in the dark.
An ashen cross left a mark, on someone fine.
I'm communion blind.

zWölf o'Clock