In the night you loom and dance, my silver moon romance.
Beneath the spongy shells where meadows glance
Within our heart that splits from two to one
And leaves shadows in the deepest gash from your lance that comes
At the speed of light; the heartbreaking sun
Like the blow that blasts from a gun
And you're supposed to be the loving one.
My stomach hurts from loneliness
Lack of love.
And loving words leave emptiness
As they are done.
You hold so strongly for an hour darling
And then let go to kiss my cheek
Like Judas gave a sight, departing
But with the noose around his beak
Instead of hanging, you just won't speak.
