Sanoja: Laura Veirs. Spelunking.

The tiny midnight caravan
Made its way across black hills
As I watched from a distance
The slow-going glow

Their wandering, you know
Made me pine
For the lamplight
Where you lie, where you lie

If I took you darling
To the caverns of me heart
Would you light the lamp, dear?
Would you light the lamp, dear?

I see fish without eyes
Bats with their heads
Hanging down towards the ground
Would you still come around, come around?

I believe in you
In your honesty and your eyes
Even when I'm sloshing
In the muck of my demise

A large part of me
Is always and forever tied
To the lamplight
Of your eyes, of your eyes