Silver Shore's Lake - Pure Bathing Culture

Capricorn, here we stand at silver shore’s lake

It’s shining black and gold

With some stones in our hands and our feet in the sand

Forever growing old

And our reflection looks strange looking back to us

Our eyes, they open wide

And we can see the tides so we say goodbye

And watch the waters rise

I wish my heart was deep enough

So deep that I could keep you, love

So deep that I could keep it off

I wish my heart…

Silent path, silent lake;

we see every wave

Our eyes are black and gold

We push our palms to the stars, everyone is ours

We do not fear the cold

And our reflection looks strange looking back to us

Our arms, they open wide

We drop our hands to our sides as the waters rise

And take us from inside

I wish my heart was deep enough

So deep that I could keep you, love

So deep that I could keep it off

I wish my heart…

Be careful cousin, be careful blood

If the cold doesn’t get you then the other thing does

Be careful brother, be careful love

Be careful father, be careful son

Or you’ll never find another one

Be careful father, be careful son