Wicked moon - framing us against the light
Bodies in deceitful silence
Shining - when the night has turned to gold
Aching - as our illusions fade into the mist:
What other sweetness could we find?
What other fragrance on the wind could be as Exquisite as this?

Languid sun coming up across the bay
Leopard yawns with breath like flowers
Amour - the love that kisses and recoils
Nothing - could steal this dream of bliss
And now we rest upon the sand
Waiting for the blessed dark and something Exquisite as this...

Yes... it was a desperate indulgence
All the more poignant for its emptiness
But you know... beauty can be terrifying
And there is nothing straightforward about pleasure

Wicked moon - framing us against the light
Bodies in deceitful silence
Shining - when the night has turned to gold
Aching - as our illusions fade into the mist:
What other sweetness could we find?
What other fragrance on the wind could be as Exquisite as this?
What other sweetness could we find?
That was as exquisite as this?

It was a strange, luxurious encounter
And... all flesh is grass
And decay can be glorious