I haven’t drunk anything
But I think I will take a drink now-
And I know, that for which I wait for most
It is more than for which I am drunk with love
Ten,
Seven,
Three
You no longer see me
But perhaps
If I say your name,
You would know that is it me-
I am the dog that sits at your feet,
That bites you at the rib-
You leave it open and the moon sits in her seat
What are you drinking, little moon, and why do you look so beige?
"For I am so tired and my daughters call me aged,
For My hair is so dry and my skin no longer shines"
But the world is yours, tonight, and you are mine
So stay here, moon...
Stay here, moon
Stay here, moon
Stay here, moon
See the lord in the air, see him in the sea
I give you all my life to hear you sing
Hear the lord in the wind, taste him on the skin
God lives both inside and within
Tell me this, moon...
I haven’t drunk anything
But I think I will take a drink now
That which I wait for most
Is that which intoxicates me with love.