I Do

A fiery night, a blackened moon
Shake down the trees of fruit in bloom
Eat until you see
In hand to hand, our souls to save
The need to love evades the grave
Oh and so we stand
And walk on quicksand
The time is coming
And we don’t even care
This song needs singing
You ask me if I will, I reply: «I do»
A hidden trip into the wood
You let your steps remember who
You were meant to be
And then you lock the key
The time is coming
And we don’t even care
This song needs singing
You ask me if I will
These word needs meaning
You ask me if I will
I reaply: «I do»
«Oh, I do»