Moonlight Waltz

Elaine takes the lead
I'm captured by the moment
We're waltzing in the moonlight
There is rapture in the movement

Through the hemlocks and the laurels
We dance into the forest
The rustle of the pine trees
Is drowning out the chorus

The music's final whispers
Merge to green and brownness
Disappear into the branches
Emptiness surrounds us

	Can you tell me where we're going
	Will you spend the night beside me
	Do you promise that you'll guide me
	Cover me and hide me
	Hold my willing body in your hands

She wears a red bandana
A skirt made out of clover
A diamond on her finger
She says I'll be her lover 

In her pocket is a Bible
She says she'll read it one day
I'm eager for salvation
I'm a child on Christmas Sunday

I'm growing tired of dancing
My eyes are over-glazing
She says she knows the answers
To the questions that I'm phrasing

	Can you tell me where yo're going
	Will you spend the night beside me
	Do you promise that you'll guide me
	Calm the fear inside me
	Hold my willing body in your hands

I'm a prisoner of her presence 
Her grip is getting stronger
My breath's becoming labored
Our strides are ever longer

We see a light before us
I sense there is a clearing 
In the clearing is an altar
With a candle softly burning

Like a star within a circle
A circle without ending
A ring that shines forever
Shall never be relenting

	Can you tell me where I'm going
	Will you spend the night beside me
	Do you promise that you'll guide me
	With endless love provide me
	Hold my willing body in your hands

Elaine takes my hand
She guides me to the table
I yield up my religion
Like an infant in the stable
 
We taste forbidden pleasure
Drink across the seasons 
Feel the earth like Jesus did
But Jesus had his reasons

She takes me for her acolyte
Anoints me in the morning
Appoints me as her namesake
But never calls a warning

	Elaine takes the lead
	She tells me where I'm going
	She spends the night beside me
	She promises to guide me

	Cover me and hide me
	Calm the fear inside me
	With endless love provide me
	She holds my willing body in her hands

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