All this moon    And lack of light    Should make me feel kind of uptight.    Oh your amber skin tonight.    Cures me.    Sits my mind upright.    I don't want to go upstream.    Was it voices all around?    Fifteen miles outside of town.    We saw, we touched and we fell down. And held each other as we drowned.    I don't want to go upstream.       Hurt.    Don't let hurt hurt.    Keep a little for yourself.    Who'll know the difference devotion makes to love withheld?    With bread your sustenance.    With bread your only sustenance.