In the deep of the dark
Rocks get cold
And poets crack down the rocks
Revealing the acme of love
Artists rub their brushes
Against women's lips
And the sensation is crystallisation
Of lovers' eyes
In the acme of love
This darkness
Is the sign of love
Fair, gentle, true
Wait for lovers to meet and you'll see
The acme of love.
Cold but bold
Is the acme of love.