In a forest without any trees 
where feelings and memories 
superimposed by an image of you 
are caugt in the morning dew 

Swim in a lake at the first light of day 
where children an swans go to play 
right in the wake of your perfect body 
and sing of unity 

night has many shades 
it can last for many days 
and hurt in many ways 
like the force of a rising tide 
when the moon floats by 

An english garden where willows grow tall 
their shadows caught on a wall 
the sound of weeping so soft in the breeze 
a bustle of falling leaves 

night has many shades 
it can last for many days 
and hurt in many ways 
like the force of a rising tide 
when the moon floats by