Wicked moon - framing us against the light   Bodies in deceitful silence   Shining - when the night has turned to gold   Aching - as our illusions fade into the mist:   What other sweetness could we find?   What other fragrance on the wind could be as Exquisite as this?      Languid sun coming up across the bay   Leopard yawns with breath like flowers   Amour - the love that kisses and recoils   Nothing - could steal this dream of bliss   And now we rest upon the sand   Waiting for the blessed dark and something Exquisite as this...      Yes... it was a desperate indulgence   All the more poignant for its emptiness   But you know... beauty can be terrifying   And there is nothing straightforward about pleasure      Wicked moon - framing us against the light   Bodies in deceitful silence   Shining - when the night has turned to gold   Aching - as our illusions fade into the mist:   What other sweetness could we find?   What other fragrance on the wind could be as Exquisite as this?   What other sweetness could we find?   That was as exquisite as this?      It was a strange, luxurious encounter   And... all flesh is grass   And decay can be glorious