Somewhere over the stars and under the moon
And I'm thinking
that's she's thinking
things will be happening soon
I'm busy drinking her in like a glass full of gin
and in the Mother's ruin
something beautiful 's brewing.

On the shore where we wore nothing but
in the lapping of waves
we both became slaves to desire
the moon rises higher.

One of us cries and one of us dies
it may have been me
if this is a death
then this death sets me free.

thus the hearts become one until the sun starts to show
and this day begins
with two wonderful grins
and the girl at my side
watching the tide
and becoming once more
locked together by the shore
over the moon.