Woolen cradle, mahogany floor,
Tiled bathroom, arching door,
Cobblestone walkway, rusting leaves
Embarked I have upon my knees.
Struggles to sighs freed in the night
As we embrace \'neath pale moonlight
And dance to dip from inside out
Hunger raging to a shout.
Clouds the ceiling of loves delight,
Where will we travel tomorrow night?