when we entered, there the black shapes of craving swang through our brain,
Oh, you wanted me to lift you as a wave, a cloud:
touch your old soul as the beautiful evening star,
quietly as a cloud I steal you from the deeper you
paint you red as the print of a new life might be;
make you rich as dawn with my immense love for you.
Oh, you wanted me to lift you as a wave, a cloud:
touch your old soul as the beautiful evening star,
quietly as a cloud I steal you from the deeper you
paint you red as the print of a new life might be;
make you rich as dawn with my immense love for you.