I hear through my thin walls a cry
in the shack by the ocean where I lie
the sound of two people inside
in the dark, when the moon is not so high
"Oh my lover I love you, come to me
Oh my lover I love you, come to me"
I can't sleep, I walk in the moonlight
with the sound ringing 'round inside my head
I know they are trying to be so quiet
but they can't keep from calling out instead
"Oh my lover I love you, come to me
oh my lover I love you, come to me"
"I have waited for you so long
in the night with a fire in the wind
I have waited for you so long
now I lie in your holy arms again."
I come back to see they are sleeping
in the sand like a puppy or a child
I'll hold your secret for safekeeping
for the sound of the fire in the wild
but the echo of your lovemaking
keeps me up long beyond the sunrise
like a cymbal or a bell that rings
long beyond any time the drummer strikes
"oh my lover I love you, come to me
oh my lover I love you, come to me"
M@ 2009
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