and we go spinning round and round,
hearts in throats, your hand in mine;
will we ever touch the ground?
will we ever touch the ground?
why should I care when I am thine?
fingers interlace, are bound.
fingers interlace, are bound,
and shivers dance along my spine
touch my heart and feel it pound.
touch my heart and feel it pound;
your kisses taste like autumn wine —
I was lost, but now I’m found.
I was lost, but now I’m found;
our bodies touch, and sweet entwine;
the land is lost, the ship is drowned.
the land is lost, the ship is drowned;
your eyes will always stars outshine,
and we go spinning round and round.
*****
3/11/2002