Midnight and her eyes, hide like kittens new and wet
Mine are sinning hands, on her laying on my bed
River still may rise, wild, and water take us both
Mine are sinning hands, take our bodies, take our clothes

Bloodless moonlight, may my lady
Give her lovely skin and bones

Midnight and my bride treads in distant water now
Mine are sinning hands, and my teeth have fallen out
The river still may rise, though it took more than it gave
Mine are sinning hands, on a broken windowpane

Bloodless moonlight, like my lady
Gave me only skin and bones