in silence let them ring
 the precious humming of our hearts
 in silence let them sing
 may our phantoms find there places
 where ever that may be
 let only the sound of love dear echo endlessly

 for you for me
 I won't wait a week and pine for a love that isn't there
 we will watch the river flow past pretty flowers growing there
 and the gravity and spin will pass by freely in the wind
 to find us quiet in the sunset two old rugged roses
 planted firmly by the riverbed

 let the tender petals fall
 like yer long cascading hair
 let the volume of yer moans
 deny no passion in the air
 and from the center of my bones
 I'll kiss often and with care
 but not every kiss is always placed so keenly