Silhouettes of something somewhere, dancing down your silver contours,
Your sweet kiss in the shadow of a dream,
In the glow of night and wild things, living only for this moment,
With nothing on but the moon and the stars and the fire-flower screams;
Flying like an angel, with your sweet love wrapped around me,
Soaring with the rhythm of your wings,
Through the clouds of rose and turquoise, raining ecstasy on always,
With nothing on but the moon and the stars and the joy love brings;
Two hearts merge together, sparking flames beneath the shadows,
Wearing you like a robe around my skin,
Right now is all that matters, mindful memories in motion,
With nothing on but the moon and the stars, lost and found again;
As the constellations glimmer, painting argent curves resplendent,
Living art splashed on a cloak of mystery,
Steamy whispers still the silence, muffled screams drip into laughter,
With nothing on but the moon and the stars making history;
Silhouettes of something somewhere, dancing down your silver contours,
Your sweet kiss in the shadow of a dream,
In the glow of night and wild things, living only for this moment,
With nothing on but the moon and the stars and the fire-flower screams,
With nothing on but the moon and the stars and the fire-flower screams.
