How can I tell you,When I keep turning roun and around your forbidden ivory towers.Your stainless steel thorns,my cotton crying dreams.I follow not your moving stars,your influence the shadow that careses,distresses caries me to sleep.To cry and hang my head as willows know to weep. When the moon eclipsed only gods know what our souls played at but there was one beautiful moment,Alone,Together,in the dark.