As Good As It Get's

On glorious, golden millpond we sit and speak no words The evensong is calling it beckons in the night, as wings take flight Silhouetted dancers forming on the water, causing softened ripples that gently rock our little wooden boat Still we sit in silence, as coldness chills our bones, the sun is going down I look into your eyes and smile, we very rarely frown The water that was crystal clear have turned a muddy brown So we gather in the oars as the ripples find a sudden strength and darkness shows a menace But we're rowing with conviction and a purpose in our minds and still we do not speak It's been a perfect day as we wind our way down stream, to the lighthouse we call home