Were you there between sleeping and waking,
waiting for me between the moon and the sun
touching me as a rare crature
wanting me like
lost stranger
were you there
Were you there at the high of the attention
in the s***e between your skin
suddenly the root of a tree
growing in me
my blood sparkling
...
like heavy rainfal
you bought my soul
The crock crows
the dog barks
the alarm goes of
the sun has won
and you are gone
waiting for me between the moon and the sun
touching me as a rare crature
wanting me like
lost stranger
were you there
Were you there at the high of the attention
in the s***e between your skin
suddenly the root of a tree
growing in me
my blood sparkling
...
like heavy rainfal
you bought my soul
The crock crows
the dog barks
the alarm goes of
the sun has won
and you are gone