Eyes behind eyes behind her eyes
I know them from before
Maybe night skies golden
Maybe desert doors
Two moons rose today
And we slept until eight in the evening

Mind behind mind behind my mind
One seed in the soil
Maybe white apples glowing
Maybe apple cores
Two moons, full I'd say
At least full enough for saying

Time behind time behind our time
I've held her before
Maybe wildfires moaning
Maybe summer storms
Two moons show the way
Through the wood early morning