tell me with yer eyes

in silence let them ring

the precious humming of our hearts

in silence let them sing

may our phantoms find there places

where ever that may be

let only the sound of love dear echo endlessly



for you for me

I won't wait a week and pine for a love that isn't there

we will watch the river flow past pretty flowers growing there

and the gravity and spin will pass by freely in the wind

to find us quiet in the sunset two old rugged roses

planted firmly by the riverbed



let the tender petals fall

like yer long cascading hair

let the volume of yer moans

deny no passion in the air

and from the center of my bones

I'll kiss often and with care

but not every kiss is always placed so keenly