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.