She said this is gonna hurt   He paused and said    "I'm paying what it's worth   I toss my caution to the dirt   And i resign"      He looked up and cried out "Christ   The moon is shining so bright"   And she looked up twice    To be sure he wasn't lying   And he wasn't lying      And it still reminds her of the kind   They sit beneath it once and emptied on the fire   He wish he'd read the thing a third time   Because even the truest words lie like moonlight   And you often have to loom more times than twice      And in a word was stirring   And in two it was unusually serene   Barely a barrage of interjections, bated breaths and weighted questions in the air   If you'll take it in thirteen   And she said "gone are the times, we opened our minds to dream"      She left a letter by his bedside   It said "meet me at midnight   the spot where the moon shines so bright"   He got the message around nine   Written with knuckles so white   And he read it twice   To be sure he read it right   Because he was so tired      And then he sat back and sighed    The words had opened his eyes   It'd be alright   And it'd said so much more the second time   Spoke of an end to the tell-tales    so tiresome though be they so trite      And in a word it was purging   And in a few it would emancipate his being   From the grips of this addiction so grisly, this lip twisting, big viscous thing   As it's offered in fourteen   She must have, recalled the times   They poured out the wine and drank      Like when they turned their tumblers   And spilled their secrets out   With willing wonder   Yes with will and wonder   Until the flames were doused   And then she took the vessel    Then she took the vessel   Pulled the cork out of the top   And emptied out the rest    Which fell in dirty little drops   And then she spoke up    Through a smirk of irony and pride   And said this the drink was carried in   Let's take the thing and bury it   A shameless place that no one else will find      So when she spoke to him the first time   Although she did her best to keep her mind   Off of the last time she cried   She still thought him snide   But his eyes were just so bright   And when he stepped to her side   You know those sweet hallowed boys   Oh how they breathe pride and poise   So she replied   When he asked her    "If you're willing of course   I'd like to drink of your voice   'cause I'm so dry"      If there was someone there to warn him   There'd be something in the wine   He'd have drunk another barrel    Smelling bullshit, tasting lies   He said "she sets my being ablaze,   And women have such wicked ways   But i guess that's the price you pay   'Cause I've got passion i won't cast away as cursed   And I'll remember that I'm paying what it's worth"