We were in love and it was lateWell, I wasn't sure of the timeFor the love part eitherBut dragging down to the lake anywayI could kiss you in your feverBack when the world was youngAnd people still could belongWell, not really belongBut still be wrongAnd be okay with itYou drank the word from my mouthOut of love and hateDrank the lake for an eveningOoh, ooh, oohMiss, miss, remember thisOh, how the fish sound when they kissYes, yesThat little kissThat little kissThat little kissThat little dressOh, that precious mess I madeIn Silver LakeOoh, ooh, oohGuilt has a waySpecific gravityIt is clearly measurableBy scientific reasoningYeah, down by the lakeYou would have floated awayIf you hadn't spent your daysIn the bell jar on the tableOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, oohYeahMiss, miss, remember thisOh, how the fish sound when they kissYes, yesThat little dressYes, yes, that little dressOh, the precious mess I madeIn Silver LakeIn Silver LakeIn Silver Lake*