But what is a full moon anyway When you are not with me to fill it? And what if philosophy leaks from my brain All the time you're not there to instil it?
Can I speak my own thought, can I hope my own dreams Can I tread on a path that's been torn? Can I carry the mountain right here on my back Or sit on it to welcome the dawn?
If I torture you first will you confess your sins? Will you scream if I stretch you out here on your back? Would you tell me such secrets I couldn't have made up If I just ensure you have time on my rack?
If I save myself for you will you spend your time on me? Your silver is not what I need at this time But if you were to keep me wrapped up in a blanket I'd come to you midnight like Mary divine
And I'd stand with my candle and call to the angels We all would assemble the shepherds of old For I know how you love to see men working nature Freeing other young creatures from nightmares untold.
And when nighttime is over and my dawn is broken I'll swallow my stories back behind my chest I will remove the nails with which I had bound you Roll back the great stone and lay you to rest.