Led through the mist 
By the milk light of moon
All that was lost is revealed

Our long bygone burdens
Mere echoes of the spring
But where have [bad word] 

And where shall we end?
If dreams [bad word] [bad word] 
Than why not pretend?

How the gentle wind
Beckons through the leaves 
As autumn colors fall

Dancing in a swirl 
Of golden memories
The loveliest lies of all

The loveliest... lies... of all...