A fiery night, a blackened moon Shake down the trees of fruit in bloom Eat until you see In hand to hand, our souls to save The need to love evades the grave Oh and so we stand And walk on quicksand The time is coming And we don't even care This song needs singing You ask me if I will, I reply: "I do" A hidden trip into the wood You let your steps remember who You were meant to be And then you lock the key The time is coming And we don't even care This song needs singing You ask me if I will These word needs meaning You ask me if I will I reaply: "I do" "Oh, I do"