A river passes by saturating the dry red earth below.
Tunnels are saved, caves are lost. Who let you in?
A swamp above, a basin of love, a sound forgotten.
It floods the core, It melts the rock, a lie revealed.
Filling my mind filled thick like a sauna, marinated with wine plenty in the cellar, oil on canvas dried brush thick in yellow; it's me who grows this time.
Pollinated hives dress the wind with nectar, one soothing cry calms the silence forever, coins jingle by in the cup of a beggar; it's me who grows this time.
The way I see I'm arid mars, and down on me your Venus flows,
and I can feel scary and new, and I can feel you all around,
and eventually you will be, a part of me and we'll both turn,
into something free together now, just you and me so much to show.