I touched a waxen face
Which made you flee for sure
Your bare leg escapes the sheets
without shame; in cold blood
At the corner of the mouth, a trail
that you would not have liked
I lay against you
I took this right, faithless
My feet are hovering above ground
Ready to follow
My mouth is whispering in raptures
Celebrating you
Let me imagine
That I was alone in loving you
From a pure love of a cherished daughter
the poor doll transitions
to where my kisses go
When the coffin was shut
All the time I hear the banging of nails
You, lost; me, distraught
[Chorus]
My feet are hovering above ground
Ready to follow
My mouth is whispering in raptures
Celebrating you
Shall we dream happy ever after?
Pretend we do
Playing a game of never after
Lying with you