Sinning Hands

Midnight, and her eyes Hide like kittens, new and wet Mine are sinning hands On her lying on my bed The river still may rise Wild and water take us both Mine are sinning hands Take our bodies, take our clothes Bloodless moonlight, may my lady Give her lovely skin and bones Midnight, and my bride Treads in distant water now Mine are sinning hands And my teeth have fallen out The river still may rise Though it took more than it gave Mine are sinning hands On a broken windowpane Bloodless moonlight, like my lady Gave me only skin and bones