Let us go then, you and I
Down half deserted streets
There will be time, there will be time
Preparing for faces you'll meet

In the room women come and go,
Talk of Michelangelo

There will be time
To wonder do I dare?
Do I dare disturb her universe

In the room women come and go,
Talk of Michelangelo

I've known them all already,
Known them all
Eyes that fix you in their gaze
And pin you up against the wall
How should I begin
To tell of my days and ways and my days and again

I've known them all already
Pale arms and bare
Drowning in dark brown hair

No I am no prophet
And this is no matter
I've seen my greatness fade
and the truth is, I was afraid

No, I am no Hamlet
Nor was I meant to be
I've heard the mermaids singing
I don't think they'll sing for me