misty mist

highways mine the mountains of the moon, midnight is a sound singing cupid's tune, only seeing is believing in the temple of the sun, where silver swords dug a misty morning sun, jump as sunlight skims the sky, downstairs radiation burns my eyes, darkness is a sound of the morning sun, and the misty mist despoils the morning fun, farewell lost love, black-gloved woman known, to the prince of lies, as a metal stone, the friend sees us smile, he smiles to the two, in the misty mist encircles both me and you