Highways mine the Mountains of the Moon   Midnight is a sound singing Cupid's tune    Only seeing is believing in the Temple of the Sun   Where silver swords dug a misty morning sun       Now jump as sunlight skims the sky    Downstairs radiation burns my eyes   Darkness is a sound of the morning sun    And the misty mist despoils the morning fun       Farewell lost love, Black-gloved Woman known    To the Prince of Lies, as a metal stone    The friend sees us smile, he smiles to the two    In the misty mist encircles both me and you