Highways mine the Mountains of the MoonnMidnight is a sound singing Cupid's tune nOnly seeing is believing in the Temple of the SunnWhere silver swords dug a misty morning sun nnNow jump as sunlight skims the sky nDownstairs radiation burns my eyesnDarkness is a sound of the morning sun nAnd the misty mist despoils the morning fun nnFarewell lost love, Black-gloved Woman known nTo the Prince of Lies, as a metal stone nThe friend sees us smile, he smiles to the two nIn the misty mist encircles both me and you