Wicked moon, framing us against the light

Bodies in deceitful silence

Shining, when the night has turned to gold

Aching, as our illusions fade into the mist

What other sweetness could we find?

What other fragrance on the wind

Could be as exquisite as this?

Languid sun coming up across the bay

Leopard yawns with breath like flowers

Amour, the love that kisses and recoils

Nothing could steal this dream of bliss

And now we rest upon the sand

Waiting for the blessed dark

And something exquisite as this

(Yes, it was a desperate indulgence

All the more poignant for its emptiness

But you know, beauty can be terrifying

And there is nothing straightforward about pleasure)

Wicked moon, framing us against the light

Bodies in deceitful silence

Shining, when the night has turned to gold

Aching, as our illusions fade into the mist

What other sweetness could we find?

What other fragrance on the wind

Could be as exquisite as this?

What other sweetness could we find?

That was as exquisite as this?

(It was a strange, luxurious encounter

And all flesh is grass

And decay can be glorious)