My knight, by night you’re shining

those steps were built for us to sit on

500 years ago 

for you to lay your head on my shoulder

for you to place your hand on my thigh 

i pray to hold your hand 

and so it can't be a sin

and i pray for you to kiss my lips

and so that can't be a sin either

they finished making these steps on my birthday 

some 500 years ago 

much before 

you or i 

ever existed 

and perhaps it is why

it feels so much like a gift 

to be sat here with you 

my knight,

by night 

you're shining 

like the dome of this cathedral

you make me feel sky-high 

we'll make all the saints cry 

make all their visions blurry 

because i see heaven in your eyes

and i pray just to look into them 

by moonlight 

again 

and i prayed 

so it can't be a sin