The morning is beautiful
The sky is blue
I had once again that same nightmare
If only I was that same boy
who was small and happy
I can't remember anymore
why I pray
I'm alone in the company of others
If only you were a tree that I'm hugging
that which has a large and safe shadow
Things of the spirit world
we have gathered to ponder
Spiritism in the attic of a barn, when
we play with the devil
Godspeed...
Godspeed...
I dream of you
Lord can see that
I get the sign from Him, I'll listen to it
Your skin is hot, I suspect,
that love is a an ecstacy of short moments
A cat is black
A bird notices it
It flies away, noticing the danger
This is a dream of which I won't wake up from
Will the cat get the bird or the bird a bug?
When I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake...