Peek-A-Boo

I'll be your slave, maybe you'll be my priestess. I'd live in a cave and

we'd meet where all eyes are turned away. Where we can lay, where we can

play... and forget the storm. Will you weep when I slip away... at Golden

Dawn?

I drew a star, and you drew a circle. We hid in the car, we crossed our

fingers be hurtled down the street. The fog was creeping slow, the

deathbird peeping through the window. We drove on... on and on 'til 

Golden Dawn.

I read the news and you heard the sirens. We packed, then we flew to an

island which no-one else could find. Where we could hide and watch the tide

slide in at twilight. We made love... on and on 'til Golden Dawn.