In a cold semenous hell I am free

Beyond the solitary bell that rings only for me

Would you mind if

And in an audience of imprudent lovers

Descending from the balcony

She is made known to me

Dancing through wood of which you know something

Locked hand in breast to the swallow's tune

I've got a mind for my sweetheart June

To hold and shake and yield the reigns

Surrender each moment to never say

I was made to be found by you

Along the banks of our chantez-vous

Sweat is running down my side imbibed in sullen trees

Surrounded by the drowning tide that I wish you could see

As we lay locked in lace against the motions of the sea

A sly seething vixen is

Hiding against the weight of time

Next to her coat and mine

Red-sored peregrine commanding thee

Held right in sight of what you can't see

Would you mind if

Run across the stars

Cocooned in your arms

Underneath the big wave

Unknowing cruel charade