Honest Love
Let's go, you and I, And be honest about our love. Let's fly through the storm As a pair of swans who happen to fly Peacefully along the sky. Hush now: Don't cry nor raise your eye - We're just ushering in a new age And taking a detour Through the velveted underground To break through to the Pacific. With your garnet lips Fit to kiss any semblance of pain Away that may remain, We have nothing to fear: We'll have our faces facing the divine, With all its fire and light and heat, And our heads will bop to the blows And the joys and the wind and the rain, As we, as we really mean to stay, Lie in the sunshine of Elysian glory That, til now, were only found In the children's stories of yesterday, Safe in our garden called Albion, Where we'll never see the setting sun.