When I kept on walking
Through the moonlight,
Longing
for the sense of your arm,
The words,
you wisper without harm.
It is naked.
It is skin between te scars,
When I roll towards the stars.
When I kept on walking
Through the moonlight,
Laurelled
with the silvershiny leaves,
Covered
with a diamond flint of haze.
It is naked.
It is skin between the scars,
When I roll towards the stars.
The rumours filling my golden horn.
Remembring the words
those under your cross.
The grass keeps growing
over the rocks.
It is naked,
It is insane,
It are the words,
that make the pain.
The insects turning your
inside out.
The blossomleaves
flattering your stones.
It is naked,
It is insane,
It are the words,
that make the pain.
The moments I searched
under your shirt.
The moments in hide
under your hair.
The moments in cover
in your womb.
When I kept on walking
Through the moonlight,
Longing
for the sense of your arm,
The words,
you wisper without harm.
It is naked,
It is insane,
It are the words,
that make the pain.