Low stars
They roll on the hills
White light
Dancing and still
But you know
I was waiting for this
Slow joy
Of a stranger's gift
It's midnight
When we lay down our hearts
Burning
'Til we're blind from the sparks
You know
It was coming to this
Drinking
Of a stranger's gift
Waking
To the sin of the east
Leaving you so warm in your sleep
But shaking
From the brusie of your kiss
But smiling
From a stranger's gift
Will your touch sway?
Will your touch stay with me?