"The tiny midnight caravan
Made its way across black hills
As I watched from a distance
The slow-going glow
Their wandering, you know
Made me pine
For the lamplight
Where you lie
If I took you darling
To the caverns of me heart
Would you light the lamp, dear?
Would you light the lamp, dear?
I see fish without eyes
Bats with their heads
Hanging down towards the ground
Would you still come around?
Come around
I believe in you
In your honesty and your eyes
Even when I'm sloshing
In the muck of my demise
A large part of me
Is always and forever tied
To the lamplight
Of your eyes, of your eyes
"