Elysian Fields

Behind the church of the holy family
I'll wait for you
Quarter to midnight
Under the lid of heavy cloud
Without a sound
Undress in the moonlight
Can't you see, I want this one
Come to me, I want this one
Fog hanging low around the spire
The stones and moss
Mum in the churchyard
And with this mouth I consecrate
Your marble form
Striped with a headlight
Can't you see, I want this one