upon our evening when the sun fired blanks

there rode the sickness out of our sight

carried torches burned out long before it's time

among these ruins where our love to be found



ambition falters when no better is to be known

cling to the unfounded pride



death to our belonging

and our ministry of two

set the higher standard

and to a greater fall descend



slaves to one another

and to others be it not

soothing be temptation

force the conscience to a halt



caused a high vibration

a tender light to be part of you

the two-way escape