Remnant of the cloth cut from the table of your love
I assumed it dressed you in the light of yesterday’s wisdom
Though your steps were lite and seemingly free
I thought for one moment you able to understand the depths

Just one moment looking forward to looking back
I assumed you loved it because I heard so in your track
Though your mind was stable enough to see
I though for one moment you’d be open to concepts

Robed from head 2 toe
I shouldn’t have let my feet show
My steps to wide, and now I know
I’m sorry Prince, I’m so sorry.

Pointless