Midnight and her eyes hide like kittens, new and wet
Mine are sinning hands on her lying on my bed
The river still may rise wild and water take us both
Mine are sinning hands, take our bodies, take our clothes
Bloodless moonlight
May my lady
Give her lovely
Skin and bones
Midnight and my bride treads in distant water now
Mine are sinning hands and my teeth have fallen out
The river still may rise though it took more than it gave
Mine are sinning hands on a broken windowpane
Bloodless moonlight
Like my lady
Gave me only
Skin and bones