As we melt let's make no noise, oh, the profanation of our love
To tell the world our pa**ing joys
And we, besides, care less to miss, our eyes and lips and hands
(But honey, I'm not who you think I am)
And so you'll be to me, who must obliquely run
Thy firmness makes my circle just
And makes me end where I begun, there's nothing wrong
As I'll be somewhere singing all along
(No, tell me, where have you gone, my love)