Bordeaux lip - Interlude (Minus) lyrics

The days were delightful and the hours were light Particularly when one was on one's own And woke up in the middle of the night Never less alone than when alone Mornings which dawn dim but not quite white If paler than paper, ivory or bone Promised the gorgeous sights of trite daylight Never less alone than when alone The shape of the day, its realistic rite Depends upon which way the dice are thrown From right to left, or it might be, left to right But never less alone than when alone Conceived in the depths but born upon the height Where the mountains of tomorrow shone The soul may take its solitary flight Never less alone than when alone