With your falling from your sacred lantern, Burns me awake and I take wake That as I fly in your eyes I smile all life's sufferings In your bed did you really think there was a monster? In your arms, did I really need to hide? In the darkness now alone you will wander, And I will be burnt in light. But if after our exile and our torture, We should meet again someday in love's temple, There's no doubt: we will light your lantern on the altar, And that lantern will never ever go out. Lights out. Lights out.