Give me a bit of your hands
Take closer to the abyss and let my pain go
Go along with the noise, the live and mute sound, of a hurt memory
For I see your body torn and solitary
And I spill between your fingers in melancholy
If you are hurt by this life
Feel the divine rescue of your passion
If you are hurt by this oblivion
Invoke the savage kiss from your heart
Torn the fog away from me
And blow along my way
I want to see where I stand
Take the night away from me
Since I don't see my hands and I wish to see them fly
Weakened, I search you among dreams
Weary, I stay hurt
If you are hurt by this life
Feel the divine rescue of your passion
If you are hurt by this oblivion
Invoke the savage kiss from your heart
If you are hurt by this life
Feel the divine rescue of your passion
If you are hurt by this oblivion
Invoke the savage kiss from your heart
From your heart, from your heart, from your heart