An entire ocean fits on your soft skin.
I gnaw at its beaches, I intentionally walk myself astray.
It's so warm being here, in the glow of your aureole,
under cover of your soft wings,
a morning on the loin of the sun.
I feel the soft touch of your wings,
in the bright morning light.
Once I have you beside me, you're never getting away,
you will never fly again.
At the edge of light,
at the border between heaven and earth,
it's cold, water freezes in its bed.
There you search for your lost heart,
what you discover is the night that cradles the day.
The night...cradles
The night...
Your eyes in their deep sockets,
lie turned to stone.
The lifeless heart in your chest rests ossified.
Your nurser's breasts sag dried up.
The shreds of your wings on dirty sheets.
Life promised too much perhaps, all you got into your arms was everyday life.
And that is all you get; the night cradles the day.
And I promised too much perhaps, you got a scar on your heart.
And that is all you get; the night cradles the day...