We lie in beds
Your exhale so soft
And we will divide under Harvest moon
Delicate plants on the ledges aloft
Under the bluest of sky's will bloom
Exhausting our hearts to their last desire
We are two halves of a whole
Reflecting the two fold light of our fires across the twin mirrors of our two souls
And all through the tempest
The frost and the snows
It's the shimmering light on a black sky line
It's the crack in our heart on heavens faultline
It's the fame of the Gods
And it's the curse of the poor
Oh Such ecstatic dreams command
To the unknown heavens
It's a wide open door
We lie in beds
Your exhale so soft
And we will divide under Harvest moons
Delicate plants on the ledges aloft
Under the bluest of skies will bloom
Exhausting our hearts to their last desire
We are two halves of a whole
Reflecting the two fold light of our fires
Across the twin mirrors of our two souls
And it is death that consoles you
And yet causes our lives to live
It's the goal of this life and the hope of the sole ray
And gives us the strength to the end of the day
And all through the tempest
The Frost and the snows
It's the shimmering light on a black sky line it's the crack in our hearts on heavens faultline
It's the fame of the gods
It's the curse of the poor
And to the unknown heavens
It's a wide open door