if i could draw for you that perfect circle
where form and substance gradually collides
it may have been your laugh or maybe just perhaps
it was your locket locket full of moonlight

her words they held the scent of roses
she was the love of Christ and the law of Moses
it poses many many questions but suggestions flood the night
they're pouring forth from your locket full of moonlight

perfect circle perfect kiss
perfect train we might have missed
perfect picture deep within
perfect secret under your skin

i've spoken about a self i hardly know
and i can live with that if it's that self you'll hold
well she is my glittering prize forever shining bright
yeah we're all mesmerized by that locket full of moonlight