The line of light from that morning glass
Is singing a song about us
It cries sometimes for this tender love
And will soon die under the natural path

For the fire that burns in us
We dreamed and lied for love
Yet when the rain pours down on us
We can only see the silhouette

In that dark silence
We questioned the light
And perhaps it doesn’t matter
Where all this end up

There are things in this life
That can’t be explained or understood
Something so fundamental and divine
That it disappeared and unified
Deep into our being
Into our soul

In that valley of darkness
I await you as nothing
No need or desire
Only being
Only love
Only...