Pine moon, spoke too song
And black lake, spoke too late
What same words could
These two know?
And ones too deep, the others a glow.
And Black lake, lay, low and wide
Ohh, pine moon, arced across the sky
Well some nights her lights came on the waves
And some days coals turned up from the bottom
Ohh, Pine Moon, spoke all a 'scatter
That the stars were all linked
As if that really mattered
You know deep, of the black lake
Could only reach the moon
If he evaporates
So, thought he lay quite
And deep he held out
The depths were foundation
To find the rest out
As still as well, Mysterious him
She closed her eyes slowly, her
Light he keep dim
She couldn't see how, to give her light to the water
Looking up from the depths, he didn't know how to want her
And what same things could these two know?
With one so deep, the others a glow
And what same things could these two know?
When one is so deep , the others a glow...
