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