[Intro]

We'll bathe often in light of the moon

We'll sew clothes from the stem of our womb

We'll bathe often in light of the moon

We'll sew clothes from the stem of our womb

[Verse 1]

Oh, my sweet fairy, the past is strong, strong, strong

Touch not my bosom, for I'll not get far, far

Colour your cartography in your dreams of me

Maps will not lie, will not lie, will not lie in me

[Bridge]

Grow into gardens, the caverns you found in me

Heal off the weightless you held from the start of me

[Verse 2]

Oh, my sweet fairy, our hearts did us wrong

But rudders of bodies doth carry us on, on

And more moons than our eyes can recount and store

Yet they bid that we see the same things

Sweet, they bid that we swim in their seas

[Outro]

Well then, the amber woods are calling

Lie down to keep thy heads from falling

Kill them then bury seeds beneath me

Measure thy deeds, in due time harvest

Well then, the amber woods are calling

Lie down to keep thy heads from falling

Kill them then bury seeds beneath me

Measure thy deeds, in due time harvest