She said this is gonna hurtnHe paused and said nI'm paying what it's worthnI toss my caution to the dirtnAnd i resignnnHe looked up and cried out ChristnThe moon is shining so brightnAnd she looked up twice nTo be sure he wasn't lyingnAnd he wasn't lyingnnAnd it still reminds her of the kindnThey sit beneath it once and emptied on the firenHe wish he'd read the thing a third timenBecause even the truest words lie like moonlightnAnd you often have to loom more times than twicennAnd in a word was stirringnAnd in two it was unusually serenenBarely a barrage of interjections, bated breaths and weighted questions in the airnIf you'll take it in thirteennAnd she said gone are the times, we opened our minds to dreamnnShe left a letter by his bedsidenIt said meet me at midnightnthe spot where the moon shines so brightnHe got the message around ninenWritten with knuckles so whitenAnd he read it twicenTo be sure he read it rightnBecause he was so tirednnAnd then he sat back and sighed nThe words had opened his eyesnIt'd be alrightnAnd it'd said so much more the second timenSpoke of an end to the tell-tales nso tiresome though be they so tritennAnd in a word it was purgingnAnd in a few it would emancipate his beingnFrom the grips of this addiction so grisly, this lip twisting, big viscous thingnAs it's offered in fourteennShe must have, recalled the timesnThey poured out the wine and dranknnLike when they turned their tumblersnAnd spilled their secrets outnWith willing wondernYes with will and wondernUntil the flames were dousednAnd then she took the vessel nThen she took the vesselnPulled the cork out of the topnAnd emptied out the rest nWhich fell in dirty little dropsnAnd then she spoke up nThrough a smirk of irony and pridenAnd said this the drink was carried innLet's take the thing and bury itnA shameless place that no one else will findnnSo when she spoke to him the first timenAlthough she did her best to keep her mindnOff of the last time she criednShe still thought him snidenBut his eyes were just so brightnAnd when he stepped to her sidenYou know those sweet hallowed boysnOh how they breathe pride and poisenSo she repliednWhen he asked her nIf you're willing of coursenI'd like to drink of your voicen'cause I'm so drynnIf there was someone there to warn himnThere'd be something in the winenHe'd have drunk another barrel nSmelling bullshit, tasting liesnHe said she sets my being ablaze,nAnd women have such wicked waysnBut i guess that's the price you payn'Cause I've got passion i won't cast away as cursednAnd I'll remember that I'm paying what it's worthn