in silence let them ring  
 the precious humming of our hearts  
 in silence let them sing  
 may our phantoms find there places  
 where ever that may be  
 let only the sound of love dear echo endlessly  
  
 for you for me  
 I won't wait a week and pine for a love that isn't there  
 we will watch the river flow past pretty flowers growing there  
 and the gravity and spin will pass by freely in the wind  
 to find us quiet in the sunset two old rugged roses  
 planted firmly by the riverbed  
  
 let the tender petals fall  
 like yer long cascading hair  
 let the volume of yer moans  
 deny no passion in the air  
 and from the center of my bones  
 I'll kiss often and with care  
 but not every kiss is always placed so keenly