Marry Gus and Celia
They found a golden stone.
They keep it in their hands and
Hide it under our souls,
To keep us warm.
They promised to the waters,
They promised to the fall,
That they would breath as one
And whisper to us all
Their joy.
Oh! they exchanged their hearts in the dark.
In the womb they called for a song.
For a joyful kiss.
Marry Gus and Celia
With a golden choir.
Singing out their names and
Burning like a fire, to make us cry.
Cause tears of tigers sooth us
Shimmering in the night.
They reach us with a smile and
Carry us with a sigh,
To make us cry for joy.
Oh! they exchanged their hearts in the dark.
In the womb they called for a son.
In the womb they called for a son.
In the womb they called for a son.
In the womb they called for a son.
For a joyful kiss.
