Smoke Over Fire

We do go there, me and her, when no light meets the ground. There we swing from rusty chains, before we fool around. On a bench, by a lake, lust has come and gone. We burn a fire and watch the sky, while the half-light wraps around. And I am brightest where she casts, her shadow on the ground. On a bench, by a lake, lust has come and gone. Half-undone we did at least, in yellow light on grassy ground. Then and there, with a silent shout, into the sleepless sound. On a bench, by a lake, We have come and gone.