Bathe me In the moonlight,
For I crave to shine.
Not the silver from the silvery thrones,
Not the sparkles from the jewelled throne,
Bathe me , oh bathe me
Bathe me, my soul in this moonlight,
For I crave to shine.
From the sweat and all the bloody groans,
From the fck ups and from all the whines,
Bathe me from the hope you shower in dark,
When it’s cold and air chills the bones,
Bathe me , oh bathe me,
Not like the glow in metals and glass,
Not like the Sparks of pleasures known,
Bathe me raw and make me light,
Like the way you shine up fresh chiselled stones.