hush , hush , it 's only summer sex , body love and hair matted , glued among the ticklish grasses , and a tiny tune floating smell-like across the open lit field , from me to you , yeah yeah , more rhythm , more sweat , too much light , time lines plaiting into almost eight o'clock ; i must get up , get up , awake and rise and face that silver pond of truth above the basin , unshaven like the dead , eyes sagging with the pain of a lost night 's sleep .