the tiny midnight caravan made its way across the black hills as i watched from a distance the slow going glow their wandering you know made me pine for the lamplight where you lie if i took you darling to the caverns of my heart would you light the lamp dear would you light the lamp dear and see fish without eyes bats with their heads hanging down towards the ground would you still come around come around i believe in you in your honesty and your eyes even when i m sloshing in the muck of my demise a large part of me is always and forever tied to the lamplight of your eyes of your eyes