I went up under perfect skies
To the poet's stone 
in the morning light
And it opened my heart 
and it opened my eyes
Felt chilled to the bone 
but I still felt high
She's saying what did you see? 
Why do you smile?
What did you feel 
All of the while?
I said nothing at all
We went up in a perfect high
And we made sweet love all through the night
And when I looked up, framed in the sky,
In a perfect dawn your perfect eyes
And my soul was set free and the world was on fire
What did you feel with those perfect sighs?
Maybe nothing at all... nothing at all.