Wicked moon - framing us against the light Bodies in deceitful silence Shining - when the night has turned to gold Aching - as our illusions fade into the mist: What other sweetness could we find? What other fragrance on the wind could be as Exquisite as this? Languid sun coming up across the bay Leopard yawns with breath like flowers Amour - the love that kisses and recoils Nothing - could steal this dream of bliss And now we rest upon the sand Waiting for the blessed dark and something Exquisite as this... Yes... it was a desperate indulgence All the more poignant for its emptiness But you know... beauty can be terrifying And there is nothing straightforward about pleasure Wicked moon - framing us against the light Bodies in deceitful silence Shining - when the night has turned to gold Aching - as our illusions fade into the mist: What other sweetness could we find? What other fragrance on the wind could be as Exquisite as this? What other sweetness could we find? That was as exquisite as this? It was a strange, luxurious encounter And... all flesh is gra** And decay can be glorious