A fog is creeping up from the swamp
It also wants tonight
Like me, to be at home with you
It has made the bed
The pale sheet is nice and cold
We're lying deep in dew
I die a little in your arms
Till deep into the morning grey
Maria, come here
These hours weigh like two thousand years
I feel your blood as it runs through your veins hot and loud
We kiss each other's sore lips
Lost as we are
Your black hair lies
Like ivy around my neck
I drink as if in fever
The salt from your skin
Maria, come here
These hours weigh like two thousand years