«Do you come form London or perhaps from Lyon ?»
As she consumes my eyes I stand paralized…
…frooze like eyes…
Don’t want to know her name, dissapointed i might be
So I ask if she’s real, her flesh she let me feel…
…which I might steal…
I walk on gorgeous grounds…
She tells me without a sound
That we are the only ones
Yes, I walk on gorgeous grounds
Absorbed by darkblue eyes
Parted in half
This all I could sacrifice
I cannot comprehend from where luck rose
Nor can I recall when she lost her charm…
…and me my arms…
