Hymns Of Ecstasy

The games we played

The love we made

The songs we gave

Are parcels of a trade

I'll hold your hands

And cross the sands

To take the lands

Like combos in a dance

But time will tell

If we will sell

Our love to hell

We'll such costs still repel

We'll have our say

Like rain in May

We'll mold our clay

And translate dawn to day

Akpan