All this moon
And lack of light
Should make me feel kind of uptight.
Oh your amber skin tonight.
Cures me.
Sits my mind upright.
I don't want to go upstream.
Was it voices all around?
Fifteen miles outside of town.
We saw, we touched and we fell down. And held each other as we drowned.
I don't want to go upstream.
Hurt.
Don't let hurt hurt.
Keep a little for yourself.
Who'll know the difference devotion makes to love withheld?
With bread your sustenance.
With bread your only sustenance.