With The Lightning In Our Hands

Then the morning came, A stone circle In the sand. A place like nowhere With the lightning in our Hands. With the lightning, We sat with no sound. Exhausted But one, Erected But one. Right close to All the cracks made by the night. Then I watched the moon Fall asleep In Her eyes, pass away in Her eyes. Well, before it died, Such a time we had. The dawn broke over The sand. In our morning bath, As we prepared to go on, They gave us each a shell As a thank you For the songs, As a thank you For the songs.