Although I felt we hung We hung from slender strings The night and we were young And that meant something It was a fickle moon Led us to the riverside And we sat down beside It's double on the ice And took our wine And we drank to a brighter future then Not once, not twice, but three times And then three time and more Again, again, again until I forget Just how much it was Well that dispelled our fears And me, I did not heed my ears And I thought I heard the sound of cracking ice What a feeling then to know Oh, we could make ourselves, celebrate ourselves We could make ourselves and break ourselves So we tumbled around the place We stumble around the place Knowing we'd be broken surely And we'd mended poorly But there's love And some loves go with you to the ground And now the ground beneath us Its parts becoming pieces My love, my love I could follow you down In the river we run In the rain, with the fish With the silt, the stubborn sport To the ether we go There's nothing to bear anymore for it's us who are born With buckets for eyes now we take in and know All the secrets of the morning frost and the dew Hung on the vine They are yours and mine Now lilies hang as chandeliers above our happy home