I have dreamed of sacred union
And I wish to see the emptiness
Where every empty thought
and where my aching heart is torn
My love for you is sworn to secrecy,
And my aching heart is but a phantom pain
So I've rested in the nothing
where this ache is just a riddle
And the answer lies in ideas
of ideals of perfect balance
And I have stood upon their scales
I have held the rod of measure
With the increments that came
from the space between my fingers
But my love for you is sworn to secrecy,
And my aching heart is but a phantom pain
And I still don't know the answers
to the questions we were asking
Like who gave birth to the goddess
and what is the cause behind the causes
of the pleasures of the body
The tears that we were crying
on the nights that we made art
And the sounds of angels singing
In a prayer for liberation
for the souls who stay in motion
On this path of incarnation
To heal the heart of long and wild
Singing incantations of a love
My love for you is sworn to secrecy,
And my aching heart is but a phantom pain
And my love for you is sworn,
secrecy is sworn, it is sworn
And my aching heart is but a phantom pain
I thought, I thought, I thought
It was a thought, it was a thought
It was a thought, it was a thought
It was a thought, it was a thought,
Was it a thought, was it a thought,
