upon our evening when the sun fired blanks
there rode the sickness out of our sight
carried torches burned out long before it's time

among these ruins where our love to be found

ambition falters when no better is to be known

cling to the unfounded pride

death to our belonging

and our ministy of two
set the higher standard
and to a greater fall descend


slaves to one another
and to others be it not

soothing be temptation
force the conscience to a halt


caused a high vibration
a tender light to be part of you
the two-way escape